Mooster, Russell, Eight Ball & the DCA Club.

How many of our former Netley employees could confess to spending many hours at the now demolished DCA club, the current site of IKEA.
Lots I would think.
It was the favourite watering hole for Johnny Bryant (Mooster) for decades and he regularly invited his many friends at the Guv to join him on Friday nights for a long session of booze at cheap prices.
Colin Rawlings used to frequent the DCA club regularly and the end of year deli shows were held there on several occasions.
In the 1980s, members of the Netley Printing Office even fielded teams in their 8-Ball competition on Wednesday nights.
Johnny Bryant played for various teams for years, whilst Mike Pearson, Doug Long and Rob Davies formed the nucleus of a team, which I think was called the DOTOPS. Robert Padfield even played for a period of time.
Rod Stone, Russell Wight, Lewis Murray along with a few relatives played one season as TYPE HIGH and after a change of name to RCs, took out the Division 2 premiership and then defeated the Division 1 Premiers to take the overall title.
They were great nights.
Russell Wight is often reminded of the night that Rhonda Wilson beat him to the delight of everyone there.
Rhonda was a great friend and neighbour of John and Margaret Bryant, and probably only ever won one game in her whole career.
Another highlight was the night Mike Pearson only had to pot an absolute certainty on the BLACK to win the game.
He started to celebrate a little too early so Rod Stone picked up the cue chalk and dropped into his beer just before took his shot.
It worked, Mike missed an unmissable shot, and we went on to win the game. Mike’s wife was livid. Winners are grinners.
An unconfirmed story suggested that the day the demolishers moved in to knock down the old DCA club, they had to prise Johnny Bryant off the stool at the bar.
Sojar 

Holiday in Hell in a ‘Sardine Sedan.’

sardinebusm-scaled500John Freebairn and Robert Padfield, who worked in the Comp. Room were the best of mates,
Their wives got on famously as well. The two families would have barbecues together at each other’s house and celebrate their birthdays when they came around.
John and Robert even played Golf together (poorly) at Kooyonga Golf Course where Robert’s rich Dad had got him a membership.
After years of friendship they decided to go on a holiday together. It was going to be a Driving holiday all over Tasmania for two weeks.
They went in Roberts car, which was a small Four Cylinder Noddy car (I can’t remember the make or model).
Now, there was ample room in the front, but for the tall and lanky John and Suzanne in the back, they were packed in like Sardines in a Can and very, very, uncomfortable
UP and DOWN Tasmania, they went. Robert drove always at the wheel and in the front with his wife Pauline.
In desperation John would drop huge hints to Robert that he and Suzanne could drive for a while but the Padfields ignored them and stayed in the Front the whole trip?
When John got back to work I asked, “How was the Trip?”
“Never Again!” he said. “Never, ever fucking again”.
John started to go downhill physically after that experience, all that travelling cramped up in the back of Robert’s Noddy Car had taken its toll on his back!
The late Warren Pietsch

‘Best Buddies.’

 

It is no secret that Don Woolman (Flash) and Brian Hartshorne (Grubby) are Best Buddies.

At a recent Old Guv Luncheon Don agreed to be interviewed by Brian about his time at the Old Guv. 

Grubby – Now Don let me say this, in my opinion you were the best Government Printer we ever had, even better than Les ‘The Bull’ Hawes. Did you enjoy getting the job over the  ‘Mushroom’ ?

Flash – Yes, Brian, I was quite clearly the standout man for the job and it was a real buzz coming back as ‘Top Dog.’

Grubby – Is it true that one of the reasons you left the Old Guv was because you ran down Keith ‘Doctor Cack’ Stevenson with your pushbike in the courtyard?

Flash – Yes, that was one of the reasons. But it was after Stevenson told me that I had a bad attitude and would never make it in the printing trade that I decided to ‘piss off’.

Grubby – Now Don have I ever told you that you were the best Government Printer ever?

Flash – Yes, I believe you have on a number of occasions Brian.

Grubby – Don is it true that you were given a free ticket to the infamous and illegal Cricket Club Games night at the Netley Canteen in 1975?

Flash- Now, you well know Brian that I agreed to this interview only if that that question was never to be asked.

Grubby – Sorry Buddy. Were there any low points of your time as G.P.?

Flash – Yes Buddy, in my first two weeks I survived a poisoning attempt by Bert Cotton..

Then the Public Service employed a chap called ‘Ankles’ from Perth as our new Production Manager. This bloke had a shocking memory and a habit of telling porky pies. His employment application was a fabrication and then when he was supposed to be representing the Guv at the Drupa print conference in Germany he ended up enjoying a tax payer funded holiday in Paris. 

Grubby – I’m just so sorry to hear that Don. But you were still the best Government Printer ever. Have I ever told you that buddy?

Flash – For fuck’s sake Grubs, yes you have. Now, could you kindly ‘piss off’?

Grubby

The Old Guv’s Riflemen circa 1960-1980.

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Above Photo: Graham “Sleepy” Mutrie takes aim
If you have read the October 1971 issue of the Old Guv’s “Topical Points” you could be excused for thinking it was a copy of Australia’s “Guns and Ammo”.
At that time rifle shooting was a big thing at the Guv with a number of “elitist” shooting groups all over the building.
But the group that was run out of the “Intertype Room” was the one that everyone fought to get into.
The leader of that pack was our very own Father Christmas, the late Jack Findlay.
People like David Lascelles, and others who could afford the club fee were also members.
Membership was by invitation only, so how did a Binder make the side.
Well, the late Des Brown must have been a good rifle man because he won the Bonython Trophy for being able to shoot a running man at 300 yards.
Brian “Grubby” Hartshorne won the Pat Garrett Trophy for the Best In the Back Shot at 2 yards.
Grubs was brilliant at that, but then he had a good master in Jack Findlay, of course, who won the Clint Eastwood ‘Make My Day’ Trophy for 20 years running.
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Jack Findlay’s mentor was the late Les “The Bull” Hawes, Government Printer. “A nice man” according to our Grubs.
The Bull trained as a urban sniper by practising on an Old Guv “shitboy” known only as “The Toff” as he reluctantly swept up the flame tree leaves on the King William Road footpath outside of the Old Guv.
Then there is the crazy story of the Machine Room Duck Hunters, that’s to come…
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The Workers Upstairs.

Ann Hall and Michael Francis were both from Photomechanical.
Ann Hall left Adelaide for Canberra in the early 1990s and went on to greater things in the publishing industry.
Mike Francis ended up working downstairs on the comp. floor on a difficult and grumpy Pyrofax platemaker. Not sure what happened to him in later years, but I have been told that he spent time with Australia Post before travelling to South America for a couple of years.
Diane Anderson was a film combiner in Photomechanical and someone told me she was the first female apprentice employed in the South Australian printing industry.
Two pictures of  the one and only Jenny Easther when she was working in Harry Van Straalen’s office (also known as ‘Concord’). I like the second photo because it captures the true spirit of Jenny
Cheers Mark Noble

‘Fletch’ versus ‘Wingy’.

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The Old Guv’s Production Manager at Netley Ron “Ankles” Fletcher awoke from a dream one morning that was just so “beautiful”.
For that night he had dreamt that he was the Grand Imperial Wizard of Freemasonry and before him on the Stone of Sacrifice was one Cathy Wing.
Now Cathy was a Tea Lady and had been since Day One!
The fact that she could talk under 40 feet of wet concrete with a mouthful of marbles was a bit offputting for some.
But she was a mine of gossip and made a good cup of Tea (except for the day she forgot to put the Tea in the Urn).
Cath never deserved what Fletcher had planned for her. So he gets me in as the Union Rep. and announces, “We are getting a Tea and Coffee Vending Machine!”
“Does that mean that eventually Cath would lose her job?” I asked. “That is a good word, Eventually.”
“Yes, she would be surplus to requirements and eventually we would have to let her go,” he answered.
Which when translated into BossSpeak means “We’ll Fuck Her Off!”.
“So are we going have an Assessment trial of the Machine, while Cath stays on?” was the question.
“Yes”, he replied. “I’m quite confident that free vending machine coffee and tea will win the day!’
As I left his Office I muttered under my breath, “Like Fuck it will!”
The Rest is history, no-one touched that vending machine, no-one had vending machine coffee or tea. it just sat there until the day they took it away.
Cath was happy to keep her job.
Ankles was furious and accused me of organising a “Black Ban.”
“Prove it!” I replied.
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