Radschool Association Magazine

Radschool Association Magazine - Vol 12

Next reunion 25-27 April 2003

31 Oct 2002

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John Boyne (elec) and John Mathwin (rad) at a beer-b-q on the banks of the Richmond River in 1967 (neither bloke would ride the old draft horse). As was common in those days, bar-b-q’s were not spoilt by introducing food into the equation, after all, why waste valuable time lighting a fire and cooking the stuff...

We recently heard from John Boyne who still lives out in Panther country to the west of Sydney. He had been with DeHav’s since he left the RAAF back in the 70’s. Back then, DeHav’s were hiring a lot of Ex-RAAF blokes, and John and a few others went straight to Bankstown after their D. Recently, though, Qantas took over DeHav’s, and you guessed it, one by one the old blokes were put off. John got his second D early in July of this year, and is now out there with his mates along with all the ex-Ansett blokes who are also looking for work, through no fault of their own. And there aren’t a lot of jobs in the Aviation game...

It seems that it didn’t matter one bit to Qantas that John and others had given 31 years of valuable service, they just didn’t fit the mould any more. We wish him, and a bunch of other blokes who we know are in the same predicament, all the best.

Who said that SP bookies were extinct..... here John Broughton (rad), Trevor Benneworth (rad) and Bob Meyer (inst) are seen at the recent Brisbane Anzac Day march aftermath, with pints in hand, but are they placing or taking.....

Qantas V-Jet at Singapore airport early on the 2 Sept, 1969. This is where everyone changed shirts and got off for breakfast.

In Sydney at a crowded bus stop a beautiful young woman was waiting for the bus.

Dressed up for work, she was wearing a very tight and short mini skirt. As the bus rolled up and it became her turn to get on the bus she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the bus' first step.

Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver she reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt a little thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg.

Again she tried to make the step onto the bus to discover she still could not make the step.

So, a little more embarrassed she once again reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt a little more. For a second time she attempted the step and once again, and, much to her disgust she could not raise her leg because of the tight skirt.

With a coy little smile to the driver she again unzipped the offending skirt to give a little more slack and again was unable to make the step.

About this time the big Queensland cane cutter, who was behind her in the line, picked her up easily around the waist and placed her lightly on the step of the bus.

Well, she went ballistic and turned on the would-be hero, screeching at him "How dare you touch my body!! I don't even know who you are!!"

At this the Queenslander drawled, "Well ma'am, normally I would agree with you but after you unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured we were friends."

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