When criminal cunning meets a stubby short of a six pack.
Yep, yesterday I felt like I had walked into the most bizzare relm of life.
As I arrived for a meeting a Gabba establishment, I was greeted by the long lost custom of a male standing as a female enters the room. The initial shock of that aside, this particular mans presence was rather intimidating. I wasn't sure why, I didn't think I knew him, he didn't look familiar at first glance, it was just uncomfortable. The remaining seated male however was a different story, that was the stubby short of a six pack, Mark 'Jacko' Jackson. He just kept yapping away at whatever it was he was talking about, and I turned to take my leave until their running-late meeting ended. Sitting at the bar, reflecting on the piercing eyes of the standing man, it came to me who it was. Man what a presence he has in a room. It was non other than 'Chopper Read'.
The 2 of them then came through to the area where I was, and I watched as the locals averted their eyes to Chopper. They felt the intimidation too. Jacko continued to prattle, to tell Chopper what to do, while Chopper just stood there looking at him, not saying a word. Jacko wandered up and said 'hey love what's the name of that manager bloke we are talking to?', and I told him. Chopper came up and said, "sorry to run overtime, I hope you have nice night". And they left.
Wandering outside, Jacko still prattling, Chopper still just looking at him. It was all very bizzare.
Yep, yesterday I felt like I had walked into the most bizzare relm of life.
As I arrived for a meeting a Gabba establishment, I was greeted by the long lost custom of a male standing as a female enters the room. The initial shock of that aside, this particular mans presence was rather intimidating. I wasn't sure why, I didn't think I knew him, he didn't look familiar at first glance, it was just uncomfortable. The remaining seated male however was a different story, that was the stubby short of a six pack, Mark 'Jacko' Jackson. He just kept yapping away at whatever it was he was talking about, and I turned to take my leave until their running-late meeting ended. Sitting at the bar, reflecting on the piercing eyes of the standing man, it came to me who it was. Man what a presence he has in a room. It was non other than 'Chopper Read'.
The 2 of them then came through to the area where I was, and I watched as the locals averted their eyes to Chopper. They felt the intimidation too. Jacko continued to prattle, to tell Chopper what to do, while Chopper just stood there looking at him, not saying a word. Jacko wandered up and said 'hey love what's the name of that manager bloke we are talking to?', and I told him. Chopper came up and said, "sorry to run overtime, I hope you have nice night". And they left.
Wandering outside, Jacko still prattling, Chopper still just looking at him. It was all very bizzare.
