That was another girl he brought to England for awhile, but didn't marry in the end.Originally Posted by Tawi2
I KNEW it was him,but there was a slight moments hesitancy as there was someone else in the pic I didnt recognise
I know his wife well....and the kids, but a few years since I've seen them.
I mostly just drove the smaller trucks like Volvo A35s and Caterpillar D40s on the airport. Later I operated front loaders and backhoes.Now you have me wondering about all of the other truckers I knew
I cant remember her name,I remember Elsa her cousin,she was a tiny ladyLoads of strange people around those days,did you ever get recruited or anyone ever attempt to recruit you to do any smuggling
Did you ever meet Piers Hernu or Dominic chappell?Piers was caught Gold Smuggling in Kathmandu,Dom was murdered in Cambodia.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Phil and I go back to 1990.
I'm sure he's back in Hong Kong now, and family still based in Guimaras.
He did very well with his computer school and English teaching in HK.
I remember thatwith his computer school
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
I know both of them too.
Don't forget we all lived at or hung out at Chungking, even if not on the same jobs.
I will have to brain-storm and see who else I remember,last I heard of clive he was living in Pinas,Bristol-steve was on a council-estate in bristol and hating every minute of it,he had 3 kids if I remember correctly,brought his missus and the kids here on a tourist visa and refused to leave
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Phil's wifes name is NickyI made a phone-call on the pinoy grapevine to Saskatoon and spoke to my mates wife who knew her well
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Correct.
With their kids a few years ago, when they were visiting us in Angeles:
Good God
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
There was another truck driver Graham,he was a tall,gangly dark-haired bumpkin sort of guy,his wife was a stunner,he met her in a girly-bar in Ermita or Angeles,he took her to Hong Kong and he drove a truck while she worked in a Girly-Bar in Wanchai,they were a totally mis-matched couple
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Maybe Jeff ?
About 6'6", skinny, long hair ?
Used to work with me for McAlpine.
He later moved over to Pui O, and we were neighbours.
Used to smoke dope during his lunch break.
That sounds VERY much like him,tall gangly bloke,and the dope smoking fits inAbout 6'6", skinny, long hair ?
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
She was a Filipina...yes, but didn't know she worked in Wanchai.
It wasn't mentioned, far as I can remember.
I can tell you that last time I heard from him they were both back in England, Manchester way (he was from that area), and he was driving a HGV. That's a few years ago now though.
Manchester does ring a bell actuallybut didn't know she worked in Wanchai
Funny times and funny people,I knew a guy who started out in Chungking,big tony,ex-para,he always told me he preferred shooting elephant seals and penguins in the Falklands to argentinians
We had a flat in Kennedy Town for 6 months,he used to drink heavily,one night he had a date with a pinay called Cora,I have a flashback memory of a heavily overweight Badly-tattooed,desperate-dan lookalike running around the apartment wearing nothing but a leather posing-pouchhis face lathered in shaving foam as he tried to quickly scrape the stubble from his face,he had a myriad of cuts and stuck newspaper to his chin and cheeks to stem the bleeding,he got dressed,opened a few cans of lager,got ratty over something and threw a full can out of a CLOSED window
which landed in the street below
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Yes, some hilarious goings on there.
Big Phil was one of the best at such craziness too.
Some of the stuff that he used to get up to when we were in Chungking......often involving violence, but always justifiably (and Ermita/Angeles).
Oh, and me too at times.
You know what it's like when you've just got home after 14 hours away at work, including travel time....and we often did 7 days a week; no mood for backpackers mucking you about or waking you up etc.
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