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Ian McIntosh
{K:42997} 10/17/2009
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http://www.collectingbooksandmagazines.com/HIGH72.PDF
Oh that is beautiful Roger. The idea of a "sweeping hoax" by the senior accountants SO interesting!
I never was a clerk, but sometimes saw management in hospitals moved aside to their own limbos. If ineffective but still on contract they were put in "The Project Group" utilizing their lack of insight into human response to fail to establish whatever the latest government initiative was.
Have you seen "Man On Wire" yet, beautiful doco about the guy who did the tight rope walk between the twin towers. It has fabulous footage of him doing the Sydney Harbour Bridge in 73. May bring back memories. No one except his team knew then that that stunt was just stage one of the plan to walk the twin towers (which hadn't even been built yet).
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Roger Skinner
{K:81846} 10/15/2009
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mate I honestly cant remember... I think it was printed and distibuted as hard copy as well...
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Jim Loy
{K:31373} 10/15/2009
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Nice PDF attachments.... Was that a weekly/monthly newsletter thingy? And o-m-goodness... if ya have the show "Dexter" in OZ ya need to watch.
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Roger Skinner
{K:81846} 10/15/2009
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kekeke... yeah I dunno it looks like they are melting the old tar surface.. or somesuch.. over here we use what’s called a rotomill which goes along the road and physically rips the old surface off the road and then they pave over it using all the ripped off stuff again later after recrushing it and then back it goes into the pug mill.. the name of the asphaltic concrete mixer... its amazing you know I was gonna talk about another lesson I learned back then.. Kevin Crow was one of our pug mill operators.. and I asked him could I have a go at mixing some asphaltic concrete.. (hereafter referred to as AC..) he said yeah sure so we waited til the engineer Colin.. the boss was away in Sydney which he was about 9 days out of every fortnight.. and I had a go.. very gingerly operating the controls of the pug mill…on account of I knew it was about 800 hundred thousand bucks worth of equipment.. and Kev’s sayin nahh mate just bash the knob.. look (bash bash) he goes and drops in whatever amount of lime had to go in then bash bash on another control and drops in the fly ash… then bash bash bash.. as he dropped in the stone… then yank yank on the lever to drop the hot hot hot liquid asphalt in… and let it all mix together for a few moments then yank another lever and fill the truck underneath with 20mm AC… this huge blast of heated air and blue smoke rushed up over the control stand.. which was in the open air.. smelling very strongly of fresh AC.. wonderful smell that.. in me veins… but ya know Kevin taught me that no matter how much a piece of machinery was that if you weren’t smart enough to appreciate how much it cost.. then you could just treat it like sh1t… and he did… they were good days.. young and still single.. did I tell ya bout the day.. 29th November it was 1974.. the paving crew came back into the site saying it was snowing and therefore too cold to pave.. so we had to shut the plant down… Colin was again in Sydney… so I left the site too went back to the caravan park at Adaminaby got my skis and went off to Kiandra for the rest of the day skiing kekeke on full pay kekeke … then there was the time when Colin was in Sydney.. we the gang had been extend by about six drivers who came from Central Asphalt Depot in Sydney which was having teething troubles… as it struggled to become operational.. so when had these guys down with us with their big Inter Accos… International tipper trucks.. big fellas.. anyway one of the drivers thought it’d be a good idea to throw his tinny (a 12 foot aluminium boat) in the tipper and bring it down so they could all go fishing on Lake Eucumbene which was about thee hundred yards from the AC batching plant… anyway Col was in Sydney the plant was down for mtce I was in my shed/office.. I used a piece of masonite on the arms of my chair for a desk.. and I hear this vehicle come down the dirt road behind the office.. I though sh1t that’s Col’s car.. what’s he doing here!!… he roared up to the shed got out and said .. where is everybody… umm I had to say.. I think they are on the lake fishing he jumped in the car roared down to the waters edge honking his horn.. they came in and he gave them a right bollicking and then docked ‘em half a days pay… larfed like a drain I did.. I have some slides I took of those days and when I get my new scanner.. I shall scan ‘em and send some over …
http://www.collectingbooksandmagazines.com/HIGH72.PDF umm I wrote this would you believe back in 1972 when I worked at the Sydney Harbour Bridge Toll Office.. good grief.. all these years and it s till there.. on the DMR website… I was trawling for stuff about the MAU… good god
http://www.visitadaminaby.com.au/images/BROCHURE.pdf
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Jim Loy
{K:31373} 10/15/2009
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Ok, I defer to you. The only thing I have ever done on a road was drive. Or rode a bike. Walked. Spat….. hmmmm, crossed and maybe more than once P’Ed. Aside from that I never had much use for them. I really, really like it when a pic or story of mine kicks memories out of your cob-webbed noggin’. 60?????? For Me’s sake man!!!! Lay down and die now!!!! I am listening to a song from 1999. “She Was the Prize” by Gaelic Storm from their “Herding Cats” album. It fit perfectly with your line about being in deep love wiff LL. It is a very nice and simple song, one ya can drink some red with. Thanks for the long comment… I loved it!
"She, she (oh those lovely brown) Sheeee, she was the prize (oh those lovely brown eyes) she was the prize..."
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Roger Skinner
{K:81846} 10/14/2009
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hmmm... now once upon a time I worked for the NSW State Government.. the Department Of Main Roads in fact... during my 12 years with them I did a stint with the Mobile Asphalt Unit a small touring asphalt production crew.. we had a mobile batching plant which produced about 400 tons a day. The batching plant was the same size as a semi trailer which used a borrowed prime mover to relocate the plant form town to town.. When I joined they were in Bellambi.. paving the Southern Freeway.. we had a paver a drum roller and a rubber tyred roller and a fleet of six trucks to haul the asphalt from the plant to the paving site... the men (including me) lived in departmental caravans.. I was the clerk.. I paid the wages did the hired plant returns the departmental plant returns... and once even worked out on the road.. that was later.. after Bellambi after Adaminaby where we paved the Snowy Mountains Highway that was at Holbrook.. way down south on the Hume Highway the what I guess you would call an interstate highway… huge volumes of traffic.. lots and lots of semis ..down near the border with Victoria.. anyway.. I saw a good deal of paving going on... I used to drive out to the gang to pay them and so on.. out to Kiandra (Austs highest town in those days.. now its just a ruin) where I used to sneak into the DMR camp and ring LL (we were courting as it were I was DEEPLY in love) so as I say I saw a fair bit of paving and one evening at about 5.30 pm in winter about 12 miles north of Holbrook I worked on the road gang as we had to finish off an edge that had been left... I was flagman.. the chap with the stop go sign...it was terrifying.. the semis would decelerate til they got to the gang and then they would accelerate through the gang and roar off into the gloom of the gathering darkness.. it was terrifying... but I leaned another lesson.. and that is that no human being no matter how lowly a position they appear to hold.. is worth some dignity and respect... but as I was saying and to cut a short story long.. I saw a good deal of paving going on… and never once… not ever… were flames involved… I think this must be a flush seal crew.. which is very different to a paving crew… the process in your pic.. looks disgusting all that crap into the atmosphere.. but as I say.. it must be a flush seal crew as they do heat the tar using gas jets in the tanker, prior to spraying it on the ground prior to the truck reversing over the (hot and sticky) tar .. a crude process by comparison to laying asphaltic concrete.. ahh those were the days.. 400 tons of 20mm AC… They got rid of me actually.. the engineer couldn’t stand me… and sought and achieved my removal from the crew.. replaced me with a guy called Spencer Lavender… for crysache..Spencer Lavender.. so we were all at the top pub in Holbrook for my farewell and Spencer said to me pretty late in the night “jeez mate if I had known you were this popular I would never have agreed to Colin’s (the engineer) request to replace you”… that makes you think.. doesn’t it.. I often wonder what Colin is doing these days the bastad.. mind you I did learn one thing from him… we were driving down the main street of Cooma and ya know typical farmer was driving along in front of us gawking about drivin’ real slow.. getting’ in the road.. all that and of course Colin is getting pretty peeved by this idiotic behaviour and says pretty loudly “bloody country people.. all day and nothing to do it in!! .. I still quote him… so yeah..me and the gang… and seriously cut to the wind I can tell you.. the boys were all very sad to see me go.. we had had some memorable times together.. in the pub at Adaminaby doin loco weed playin pool and getting drunk.. I even took their pays back to my van.. because they weren’t out on the road when I had gone out to pay them.. this of course was in the pre electronic transfer days.. in those day we went to the bank and drew cold hard cash.. which we then put into envelopes.. and paid them that way.. I used to take the pay envelopes back to my van and put them in the freezer and pay the guys when they came in… hell days… jeez Jim… you have yet again opened the flood gates… sheesh.. my caravan 0621/20172 was its number.. a two man van.. the other guy the lab guy who did quality control.. was sposed to share it with me but he stayed in the pub.. so I converted his room well not really a room.. more of a compartment into my library… had all my books n stuff in there.. I pulled the shower out as we always stayed in caravan parks so the van didn’t really need a shower.. put my stereo in there… all my LP’s ha what a hoot… good times good times… crikey.. I am gonna be sixty next year… what ever happened?
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matteo vanello
{K:4045} 10/14/2009
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wow! great street and journalistic shot! congrats...the decisive moment!
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Jim Loy
{K:31373} 10/14/2009
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I don't need amateurs to pave my road, thank you very much! I am building my path to hell one six-pack,,, errrr........ "brick" at a time. If ya visit in the afterlife... bring beer.
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Wolf Zorrito
{K:78768} 10/14/2009
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YOUR road to Hell ? Kekekekekekeke ;-)
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Jim Loy
{K:31373} 10/14/2009
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Paving the road to hell...
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Wolf Zorrito
{K:78768} 10/14/2009
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WTF are they doing ??????????????
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