Different times, you probably only had to swing two. Three is a totally different ball game.
The poor old B worked hard enough with two, as they were probably loaded to at least thirty ton a piece.
No, 3 forty foots, right from the off, though my first trip out with George was in his body and 2, I think. Certainly at least 2. But then on my own always with 3. I did do a short run with Kevin with his A-triple but apart from that the only qualification that Buntine wanted from me was if I could manage a twin stick. I said ‘yes, of course’, not lying but misheard his accent and thought he said twin steer.
If you think about it, you Aussies do tend to pronounce stick as steek and, if he hardly made any effort at the ‘k’, you can see where I went wrong. Didn’t matter anyway, I soon got the hang of it.
Fold the mirrors in and ignore the sway, on the third.
We’re supposed to be the most easily understood English speakers. That’s why the lady inside the magic box of maps was chosen. I think her male counterpart hails from these sunny climes, too.
Bloody Kiwis are the worst, vowel challenged, the lot of 'em.
And bizarrely, to English ears anyway, easily confused with South Africans.
I can see how you could confuse the fush’n’chups mob with the Seth Efricuns.
Haha there is a women on Channel 4 TV in England who is from there, she is the health corrspondent and her accent is so prominent.
Didn’t you post that recently? I have seen it within the last week or so, from somewhere.
Not me, that was the first time I saw it.
Unless I’m losing me marbles, who are you? What am I doing here?
No idea, I forget