Posted by trevor
Mon, 22 Aug 2005 16:40:00 GMT
It seems that one of the local Deer Gangs was initiating a new member on Saturday night.
These initiations normally involve the young buck proving his bravery by trying to steal the manufacturer’s Marque from the front of a car.
Often the initiation passes without incident: it usually doesn’t take long for the buck to realize, in the eerie sodium-light of a car park at 2AM, that he doesn’t have opposable thumbs and he will never have his prize.
Of course, for the older Deer in the gang, this is the whole point of the initiation – the big joke.
On Saturday night however, an initiation took a tragic turn for the worse.
A local buck-initiate, as stupid as he was brave, decided to impress the rest of the gang by trying this stunt on my wife’s car.
It would have been a lot less messy if he would have waited for the car to come to a complete stop first.
Posted by trevor
Wed, 03 Aug 2005 18:00:05 GMT
I’ve been back home on Vancouver Island for less than a week now. I was in the UK visiting family and friends during July and I have to say that I’m really glad to be home now.
Why? Well, it’s the little things. Okay it’s also the big things like we don’t tend to worry about being blown up or anything. But more-so it’s the little things like how you’re treated when you go into a shop.
Good god the people in the UK service industry seem to loath their jobs.
Here on my little island people are doing the same, seemingly pointless, things to earn money. Manning the checkout, stocking shelves, answering the same questions over and over again on the telephone.
And yet, they generally do it with a smile on their face and with a touch of personality. They seem determined to take an otherwise mundane job and add something special to it.
It’s as though everybody on the island was given a copy of Finding Flow after graduating high school or something.
