‘The Unknown Bloke’ A true story from Bob.

This is just another true story by Mr BobDownsanKissmyAss, from the Old Guv Print Room, King William Road, Adelaide.
One day many years ago when the printers arrived at work there was this “unknown” bloke wandering around the machine room floor.
We asked Laurie Gilbertson (the print room storeman) who the new bloke was?
He replied,”F****d if I know.” So Laurie goes into the print room office and asks the bosses Allan Morris and Bert Parsons.
“Who is the new man over there?”
They replied, “Buggered if we know.” They then contacted Brian “Jumbo” James, who was the Acting Government Printer at the time.
Jumbo said that he didn’t know who the “unknown” bloke was either.
Hours went by and eventually a police officer arrived and it turned out that this poor devil had escaped from the Glenside Mental Hospital.
Poor bugger, he was away with the fairies and high as a kite on medication.
Word was that he probably couldn’t tell the difference between Glenside Mental Hospital and the Government Printing Office.
He did a good job sweeping the floors though.
Bob Downs

‘The Tunnel’ near the Old Guv, Adelaide.


Did you know there was an old railway tunnel just near the Old Guv building in King William Road?

Well there was!

As far as I know it was built in 1886 to service the old Exhibition Building and the Exhibition Oval near Kintore Avenue.

My grandfather Cyril used to tell me that there was a tunnel under King William Road which continued on from the Adelaide Railway Station to the Exhibition Oval.

They held the Royal Adelaide Show there in the late 19th Century as well as some international  sporting events.

The Royal Adelaide Showgrounds was later transferred to its current position at Wayville.



Sojar Remembers.


Here are some names I can remember from my Old Guv Days:
Bob Mason, Don Ledo, Debbie Almond, Margaret Hunt, Keith Luce, Phil Sweet (deceased), Alan Baker, Aad Stegink, Tracey Stone, Robin Carter, Frank Mantovan, Peter Reeve (deceased), Reg Hartshorne (deceased), Fiona Lamont, Jim Scott, Esther Rivett, Phil Romas, Peter Stanbridge, Phil Gamble, Dave Richards, Jan Caught, Ian Mortimer, Frank Timko, Roy Jago, Norma Greenhalgh, Sophie Moursellas, Joy Dawson, Des Brown (deceased), Margaret Chennell (deceased), Peter Megyery, Chris Smith, Anatoly Onishko, Helga Bargmann, Ray Cochrane, Herb Kiess, Craig Smith, Adrian Chennell (deceased), David Elphick, Trevor Roberts, Max Gill (deceased), Karen Schaefer, Greg Small, Chris Rochow, Dion Williams, Alan Davis, Charlie Korff, Colin Goodfellow (deceased), Mike Burnett, Jenny Barker and Lorraine O’Loughlin.
With Respect to those of our workmates who are no longer with us.
Sojar (Russell Wight).

Karl Chalky Boos ‘The Idiot on the Window Ledge’.

Thought the Old Legends might like this story from the past. It happened at the Old Guv Bindery on King William Road when Ken Arnold was the overseer.
This one dates back to the late 1960’s and involves a binder called Karl Boos with the nickname “Chalky” due to his long flowing blond hair and pasty complexion.
Anyone who worked in the old building may remember that it had no air conditioning . The windows, needed to be open in the hot weather, this was necessary in the binding room as it was on the top floor and a hot place to be in in summer.
Karl who was a bit of a practical joker came up with an idea to give Ken Arnold a bit of a scare. which involved climbing out of a window of the binding room 3 floors up onto the narrow window ledge.
Ken Arnold had a daily routine of eating a banana at the same time of the day and putting the used banana skin out on the window ledge next to his office.
This was a particularly dangerous and crazy stunt due to the narrowness of the ledge and the height he was off the ground and the distance he had to travel from the binding room window to Ken Arnold’s office window.
Well, he managed to make it to Ken Arnold’s window just as he had finished his banana and was putting the banana skin onto the ledge, when there was Chalky staring at him outside his window clinging onto the window ledge. We assumed that he would be let inside by Mr Arnold.
The next thing that amazed us all was than instead of letting Karl into his window and to safety, he closed it and left him out on the ledge with nowhere to go but back to where he came from.
Chalky eventually made it back to the window ledge in the binding room that he left from to find it closed and no way back inside till after some time being let back inside.
I can’t remember how long we left him outside on the ledge, but apart from the obvious danger of leaving him outside, anyone from the street who saw him may have called the police thinking he was about to commit suicide.
Fortunately, he learnt his lesson and didn’t try that one again and went on to play many more less dangerous practical jokes at his time at the Old Guv.
Ian Pedler

‘I was Bullied by 1960s Senior Men’.

I remember well that day in the 1960s, when NINE brave senior men decided it was appropriate to threaten three young apprentices, that if they did not get their beautiful hair cut at the barbers, they would cut it for them.
Two of the intended victims rushed off to the hairdressers during the lunch break but only one stood firm against the vigilante group.
After spending most of the morning avoiding his assailants, he was obliged to return to his work frame because he had not yet achieved his necessary time quota on his timesheet.
That afternoon, the inevitable happened, eight big men held him down whilst the ninth cut his hair.
The next day, the victim stormed into Les Hawes’ office, the then Government Printer, and demanded the matter to be addressed.
Les Hawes reminded the apprentice that it was his office and it was not considered appropriate to bang your fist on his desk.
A week later the apprentice was sent a cautionary letter from the Association President, that the association rules did not allow him to go to the Government Printer without Association representation.
Quite humorous really, when the President, may well have been one of the nine people who were involved in the HAIRCUT thuggery.

The Pink Pig Swill.

The Old Guv Government Gazette Comp Room Staff would go like the clappers on a Thursday arvo to get the S.A. Government Gazette out.
There would be Macca, Raggsy, Albert, Jimmy, Dago, Sam, Matey Orrock and me working our arses off to meet the deadline.
We were quite rude bastards and during our tea break would wander off to O’Connell Street in North Adelaide to visit the local wine bar with its dirt floor to get the necessary energy to finish off the Gazette.
The ritual was to order a butcher glass of Port for everyone who showed up (usually seven blokes). So, everyone downed 7 glasses of Port in less than half an hour.
Albert once told the bar owner to “piss off” when he suggested they let the wine breathe. “We haven’t got bloody time for that bullshit,” he said.
Macca would whip off to get fish and chips and extra bottles of beer.
One night the poor bastard almost got run over by a MTT Bus right in the middle of O’Connell Street.
Then it was back to the Old Guv Comp Room with our supplies in tow.
Did we get the Gazette out you may ask?
YES! Week after week, year after year. Well done Bastards…