The last Logs of Jan 2008

Well hello to all who missed the last logs of Jan 2008....I it started off like a regular camping site scene. Check out the landy in the back ground.

We all know how well John makes a fire so here Homer Simpson is teaching the young lad how it is done. What a perfect day. For a Friday logs.

Real camping scene everone has brought camping chairs along, much to the disgust of John...who slaved away for days designing and cutting the logs to perfection so that we who have some where to sit....."now you guys are getting soft" were Johns words to his fellow loggers(lazy) I mean Joggers. This was a real lazy logs no one ran, no one cylcled and nobody even went for a walk......that was the curse. Check out the next photos as the heavens opened up and the rain come down by the bucket

Everyone decided to they were made of sugar and were terrified of melting.. Some left after a few mouthfulls of food, other took cooked meat off the braai and left and poor Tina left with raw meat.......Check out John above trying to convince Tina to let her meat cook in the rain.....but his words fell on deaf ears....Peter came down to save the com serve girls from the rain....Soon everyone had left.....then the rain stopped......so the charter members Master John and his Fellow Running Non Stop Talking Buddy and of course there always has to be a lady in the story.....were left alone......So we took out the meat out of the coolers as the fire had not been doused by the heavy down pour. "John you make an awesome fire" were some of the words I heard.

So we three had a wonderful logs in the end.....

.and of course Brassy the beers were cold.

Ian here is a beaut for you!!!!

Well another year has seen its Gat. The second Llogs of 2008 was a cracker. Check out the Three Gansters. No!!! they did not imbibe too much they were just very merry. This is what the locals do on a friday night. Our outdoor pub under the Mangoe Tree.

Homer is on the floor, cause his little legs have failed him. He reckons he needs Brass to keep him upright.

Silent night .. not quite

Well Well We Have finally got up and round to posting !!
Yes there is life at the Logs !! and plenty of beer Thanks to Our far flung Non exercising..... I mean Non Executive Logger Mr. Brass ! Your generous supply of beers went down like the proverbial Home sick Mole! It made for a Cheerful Chrissy Logs night With come all yea faith fulls ( B Loggers) humming tunelessly While those more Harmonically Challenged amongst the group Did The Carol Thing ( She left soon After!:-) We would like to congratulate Mr. Brass and his good lass Cath on Keeping the population grow rate up and giving Little Richard his spot in the world!
But when all is said and Done in true Logs Tradition Fun was had by all and of course the Globe is still burning .. no need to send the collection bowl around just yet for the R3.99 to replace it

The Farmer and Poet

Dish man he can cooks da very nice eshpatada.....Yes!!!!! But naw cabaagg tonight, just a meat.

UK cluster

Yes Ian......that cluster over the UK is more impressive than the 36-0 victory. We will keep our glasses full. Send your email to csvacha@mweb.co.za so you can write onto the blog page instead oof leaving comments.

Cheers Cameron

Friday the 14th

The logs lastnight was a horses only logs.....as Peter and I went for a walk on horseback.......As the sunset the air had a slight chill, nothing a beer could not sort out.....A paecefull walk while awaiting the clash against the might Red Roses but alas they were roses without thorns..36-0...that what good beer and biltong does for our player......Hey Brass you very quiet these days????

Cheers Cameron

From my Aussie beer drinking cousin

Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone!
I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all yagotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by
that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges they comes in little boxes and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet ,but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.

Your loving daughter,

Sheila

Beth

A community is made up with the characters in it,
Those who are dull and those with quick wit
Those who are sickly and those who are fit,
A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Beth’s another one you must about
She’s tall attractive and certainly not stout
No airs and graces does she flout
But at MCM nursery, she’s the face, without doubt.

Jeans, blouse and broad hat are her clothes
She’s definitely more at ease wearing those
Not one given to breaking into prose
She only talks about the things she knows

Mind you, with the noise her husband Cameron can make
Any competing would look like a fake
Not that she’s afraid to speak, make no mistake
At work she’ll sell anything from flowers, fertilizer or even a rake.

Now with dog, horse or any pet
Here she finds friends that are never a threat
She could work with them all day, without a sweat
She would’ve made a wonderful vet.

When Beth’s in the mood and dancing’s the thing
She and young Johno can really fling
Moving with alacrity like a bird on the wing
The Duck and Dive becomes exhilarating

But Beth’s not one for exercise
I think basically she’s far too wise
The reason she comes to the bloggs I surmise
Is that she likes the meat that’s cooked on braais

She sits quietly while others chitter chatter
It’s not work, so talking doesn’t matter
She eats and drinks without getter fatter
But when approached she can nitter natter!

Friday, September 07, 2007

by Wicks Granville

Cameron

A community is made up with the characters in it,
Those who are dull and those with quick wit
Those who are sickly and those who are fit,
A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Cameron is a man who loves a run
And definitely thrives on having fun
His friends include almost everyone
And he drinks beer like a thirsty Australian

Don’t be mislead by his rah! rah! rah!
Because your’re looking at a modest star
Who has run five comrades to date so far
And has many medals that fill his boudoir

A dichotomy of Cameron’s nature is
His ability to change from the Rah! to the quiet that is his
When he whispers to a horse it looses it’s fizz
In fact with horses he’s an absolute wizz

Taking young Johnno under his wing
He has made running become a fun thing
He loves to include him into having a fling
At the Duck and Dive, where he and Beth go dancing

He, like brother Merek, is a horticulturist
And he too seems to be an absolute altruist
To be helpful and friendly he cannot resist
In fact he is the reason why the harriers exist.

Merek, Cameron, Beth and Maureen
Make up the MCM nursery scene
Where you can buy for your beautiful gardine
Practical gardening advice is their theme

Cameron is also a writer of note
Especially about plants and places remote
On this site, most of the updates are what he wrote
So if you don’t like it, go for his throat!!

Friday, September 07, 2007

Wicks Granville

John makes it big on Front page !!

The Logs Members make it big in Local press ...Last week Craig got onto the front page (Corridor Gazette.. The Heartbeat of Nkomazi) with flying SA colours and winged off to Czech republic ! ! and this week we have The master pipe putter .. um Plumber (N2 not mentioned in the paper article) taking uphill in his stride!! well done John! Hey I hope that this work thing of Yours does not interfere too much with play !

The Early Gang

A shot of the punctual Logs supporters, before the run on a Friday. We would like notice to be taken of the table, the last addition to the venue! These are the Guys and Girls that are keen to run. Thank You to Jill for the photo.

Merek

A community is made up with the characters in it,

Those who are dull and those with quick wit

Those who are sickly and those who are fit,

A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

You are likely to meet Merek, mixing drinks

Drinking should be fun, is what he thinks

He does enjoy a merry function

Friendly, witty and filled with good unction.

Married to Kathleen they make a charming pair,

Their children Ben and Jessica, make up their lair

Good family values is what they all share

Drinking all sorts of drinks, but never vin ordinaire.

If you observe Merek, and see his style

You’ll notice his humorous eyes and fleeting smile

Amusing you with his quick wit all the while

And showing signs of being prepared to walk the mile.

Green fingers could be his other name

He can make anything grow because that’s his game

Modest and generous, giving without waiting acclaim

Although he is not averse to lots of money instead of fame.

Very laid back is the message he gives out,

But in fact he is very conscientious with what he’s about

When chatting to him you are left with no doubt

That he’s more honourable than a boy scout.

He does not purport to being an athlete

But it seems that he’s no lout on his feet

A blogs run without him, would not be complete

Especially when it comes to celebrating with drinks and eat.

A good balance he has between spirit and ego

Knowing where to have fun and when to say no

He has this ability to allow life to flow

A sort of chat one is very happy to know.

10^th July 2007

by Wicks Granville