The Old Boy's

The Old Boy

I met many great men throughout my life; Ol' Geoffress, Billy Mac, Old Norman to name a few. Billy Mac always said "surround yourself with good people David". Your company is as good as its people. They are the most valuable resource; And so we started A Pty Ltd company from a business; and I started to find the resources. Billy Mac's project doubled our turnover the first year we started. You were the best teacher and I revered your knowledge and wanted you to know that I respected you. I always wanted you to be comfortable and look for ways we could help you out. I know it was tougher than you thought it was going to be after selling your shares to Poet and that, Maybe you didn't realize how protected we were under the fringe benefits of the company . I was annoying but I had to understand and I thank you for you being patience Old Boy. I have learned so much from you and your teaching skills were very valuable to me, unsurpassed, by anyone I knew. Now I use the skills I Learned in a theory of Collectivity, of Human consciousness. The relativity of the weight of our emotions as compared to an inanimate object when thrown like a ball and a plan to show How? to save the World in 24 hours. Sean's theory of a parallel existence of our dreams.

I've have been on my own for a while now and I miss seeing you but I guess the Hourman got to you too with his lies. I wonder what was my crime. I must say my best attribute in life is to make my own evaluation of the people I met & trusted. No person ever took your name in vein in front of me. I built you up as my superstar when I negotiated our engineering contracts.

we haven't had a lunch in quite a while and as i look back over twenty five years of business, i remember $2.00 steaks and Taylor's Cab. Sav. for $6.00 at the Bluey; Sven would break out the cafe' cream cigars, the coffee would come and we'd drink the remaining Taylor's and yarn about saving the world.

I remember Go Kart sessions after lunch and you, like a preying mantis hanging out of that small kart zipping around a steel track like a pro; the child within. Remember we'd see old Norman. He would bring out a couple of bottles of Grolsh beer and after two serves I remember feeling quite tipsy. I remember that day Sean flew us up to the hunter valley for lunch. You were quite at home in the cockpit next to him, although I think that bottle of wine we had at the winery eased any fear of control. I sent you to Spain with Hobbs and I kept you mobile. God didn't I have to fight for those little gifts. Ol' Geoffress was a great man; I Remember his car, His Jaguar SS-100 built from scratch, I couldn't get enough of watching him build that car on my visits; And Old Roger, I loved the stories about Roger and Chic, out in the bush, hung over, bucket on his head; awoken in the back of a Ute and a wild bore is heading towards him; And you Old Boy, asking for white wine at the bar in a mining town. They must have taken the piss out of you. I loved the story of you flying a Tiger moth, My little "Japan" you called her,.... I think it was Rhodesia at the time. I could visualize being a pilot of that small yellow bi-plane; flying low over the dry river beds, wild animals everywhere. I would imagine the pomp and ceremony of the British Royal Air force pilots & the training you accomplished in Africa; and back in those days i guess you felt a little like royalty. I guess You were a little bit of royalty to me too and then i remember thinking of you with a " tit" on your head in the British police force. you accomplished quite a lot ol' mate. I think of you often Old Boy......

Just wanted you to know, David Courage