This is where my dad spent nearly all his working life and mostly with the same people as boss of the workshop. Most of them were really good blokes although there is the child molester
amongst them and the first guy who wanted to take me out but
didn't have the guts to ask me, so continued to cry in his pretzels. Dad asked me recently why I
didn't go out with him and I said to him, I would have if
he'd asked me instead of sending one of his friends to ask. I quite liked him but knew even at 17 that I needed a strong man if it was ever going to work. Dad is not in this photo because he was in hospital with a really bad back. I was away overseas at the time. Also my third boss the big guy in the really white shirt who no one wanted to work for and was called by a customer "a prick with ears". I liked him as a boss. He was Austrian and his nickname was Von Otto.
Ozzie's can be such bastards.
This is where my dad spent nearly all his working life and mostly with the same people as boss of the workshop. Most of them were really good blokes although there is the child molester amongst them and the first guy who wanted to take me out but didn't have the guts to ask me, so continued to cry in his pretzels. Dad asked me recently why I didn't go out with him and I said to him, I would have if he'd asked me instead of sending one of his friends to ask. I quite liked him but knew even at 17 that I needed a strong man if it was ever going to work. Dad is not in this photo because he was in hospital with a really bad back. I was away overseas at the time. Also my third boss the big guy in the really white shirt who no one wanted to work for and was called by a customer "a prick with ears". I liked him as a boss. He was Austrian and his nickname was Von Otto. Ozzie's can be such bastards.
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