Lol Poiroit, before I read your second post I was wondering to myself
what colour my own shovels were and what man would actually mention
it :)

I agree with you about your comment that some guys are just like that.
In fact if you put two alpha types together, sparks usually fly.

Belly, I'm not a bachelor but classified as a divorcee. I think I
see it a bit like you and Churchill, ie. great relationships are
enviable but bad ones best avoided like the plague.

My marriage was actually ok, we just had very different goals in
life and living with somebody who is miserable, is neither fair
on them nor pleasant. So it was a choice between sticking to country
life or moving to the city and I would have been the miserable one
in the city. So we split.

The thing is, the second time around, most of the good ones were
snapped up in the first round and you land up with other peoples
rejects. There are some great women around, but they are in great
relationships. long ago snapped up, like the best parking spots.

yabby much the same for me in every way.
The few controllers, true not just the average,have been shown the door.
Getting old, if you let it, can be hell.
Pegged jeans, on being sent at 15 or 16 to live and work in Sydney.
The normal for southern highlands kids both sex's.
I traded my hard wearing baggy jeans.
Then in vogue, you bought the ready faded styled jeans, turned them inside out.
Sewed the inside leg up to make it crimson near impossible to get them on, even harder to take off.
Believe it or not your girl offered to do this, almost every time.
My ex,soon after I got them back, OUG no intention to be seen in those colors.
She went on to be in Television and we laughed about it long after.
Yes got that mouse looking for my old jeans sewer to put in in her fridge.
You could get the jeans off quickly only on Friday nights for some reason and better if in Parramatta park reserve.

wink wink
[whats the bet...the 'yellow shovel'..is a spade]
so lets guess the colur shade of the yellow

im with pasteal/bright ripe bannana shade
washed meticulously clean every time its unslung
regularilly filed square so it cuts roots...or edges

it will no doudt have a folded metal foot
on the crown of the blade[and have a thickening bulge..in the middle]

bolted not screwed to the handle
likely with a t bar on top

i can relate to yabbys words..[not react]
by saying i see it as i have baggage
too much to saddle some innocent in them

but way less..than all i meet
who are messed up enough..to be seeking physical lust

for some reason..most i find...had given up on sex alltogether
the lasst two..[before i gave it up as a joke]
was lesiabeing...and the other 20 years

never got into baggy genes..[belly]
nor them stonewash..but did briefly..look cool in flares

i understand the secret..of getting into
'tight jeans'..is baby powder..[it is supposed to be an attractant..to the proposed con-quest]..but i find massage works better

the reason..that pants come off
better on saterday night

is cause we usually got..other things to focuss on..
and dont notice the little things..like ripping/tearing noises
buttons on the lino...or booze spilling into the car pet

So a Parramatta boy Belly. They probably still spoke English around there then.

I was in Fairfield, probably about the same time. Not only cheep, but close to the motor racing tracks. I bought the cheapest house in Fairfield, in 1960. 1999 quid, yes less than 2 grand for an old 4 room & a sleep out, farm labourers cottage in Sydney. Had to get dad to go guarantor, as I was under 21.

It was a good place back then, a Pom on one side a Scot on the other, & a Maltese over the back. At least we all spoke English, except the Scot of course.

Didn't have pegged jeans, or get to the park much, 2000 [$4000] might not have been too much for a house, but it took a fair bit of a young blokes pay packet.

Don't recall too many controlling women around there at the time. Mostly it was battler couples, working hard to make a go of it together.

Thanks for the memory jolt.

'They probably still spoke English around there then.'

ROFL!

Hasbeen more jolts for you.
Dad and Mum told the rawest country kid you ever saw on Friday night to enjoy Saturday.
I was off to live with Mums brother and his wife in Villawood.
That Sunday, hopped on the Coma Mail and hob nailed boots and baggy jeans went.
Job Monday, did not have any idea it had all been on for months.
Took 3 months to trade the country kid in.
First fight in that Villawood pub on first weekend, bit surprised no one stood back and waited till you got up.
Fairfield, yes played a big roll in growing up, picked up the offal from nearly every butcher shop there.
But Paramata Lakes! as you would know a bush reserve around and night haunt for kids and the not so young.
Haunted too, well we thought so.
You and I remember a different place, it no longer exists.
After a time I helped move the family and one place we lived was Para, interesting place .
I stayed there in a past union campaign, for a week, no memory of seeing an Australian.