My mate Gerrie had an angle grinder and extension cord stolen out the back of his bakkie (pick up truck to you) parked at one of our larger sports bars during the Springbok All Black match on Saturday the 20th August.
He told me about his loss the following Monday or Tuesday, he added that he only left the pub where he was watching at about midnight or so (celebrations here after Springbok victories are often long and hard!) I of course called him an idiot and asked him what on earth he’d expected? We do of course sympathise with our buddies when something is stolen but, hey, life goes on!
I had a lunchtime beer with Gerrie this past Wednesday, Continue reading “Operation Angle Grinder”
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