On my mother's side I am descended from a long line of mad Aussies right back to the loopiest of the bunch, "Mad Tom" Davey, an officer on the First Fleet and later lieutenant governor of Tasmania, philanderer, alcoholic, right bastard and all round great Aussie bloke. That family line also includes zany characters like Greg Blaxland, who crossed the Blue Mountains and who we can therefore blame for rural New South Wales.
On the Dad's side I'm Latvian. Famous Latvians include Jason Akermanis. Enough said.
With this kind of pedigree, how can I possibly go right? Of course, the zaniest thing I personally have done lately is try to cross my office with a single push on my wheelie chair, but you know, a man's got to have a dream...
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Nothing wrong with that. We used to see how far we could make it from the living room down our hall of our Brunswick place on a wheelie chair. We being Gene, Tamsin and myself. The distance being all the way if you could keep it going in a straight line. Rough walls suck.
Yeah I was dreaming about that chair from the MyCareer ad where it wheels him away from his desk and takes him to the park (and then dumps him in another office job but you know, you could always jump off...)
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