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.
I was cleaning out my cupboards at home the other day and lo and behold I found some old photos under a mountain of ink and high quality paper that seems to have found a home at my place.
The photo is of the Old Guv Printing Nightshift at Netley
The bloke furthest away in the photo is a lovely bloke Craig (The Bikie) Dunk who lives in Queensland now I believe.
To the right of the photo is Ian (Titch) Nattrass holding the cup.
The Printer holding the sheet is me (David Walker) pretending I know what I’m doing (as always).
I don’t know what happened to Titch Nattrass after he took the first Package.
If someone out there knows the whereabouts of Ian can you let me know because I would like to catch up with him if I could.
Some years ago The Toff callously inundated the late unsuspecting Bob Miller with a Tsunami of filthy, putrid water by deliberately driving his expensive Jaguar through a large pool of rain water outside the Rex Hotel.
Since then that evil bastard Toff has been looking for another victim.
He settled on Brian “Grubby” Hartshorne, with whom he had a long feud spanning some 50 years.
All over a bunch of bloody leaves, would you believe.
Anyway, we have a mind boggling graphic image from the day of the vicious incident where Riley the Toff finally settled up on his mate Grubby! (see above).
Shocking isn’t it?
Photo: The late Harry “The Horse” Kinder (left) warned me many years ago about what a bastard Alex “The Toff” Riley (right) could be.
Is The Toff a Bomb Maker, Vandal, or Peeping Tom or simply just a bullshit artist?
YOU BE THE JUDGE…
THE story begins on a visit to the Adelaide Airport when The Toff was pulled aside and asked if he had any objection to being tested for bomb making residue on his clothing.
The Toff sarcastically replied that he was a 90 year old retired “Planner in Charge” who had lost the use of both of his hands in the Korean War and had not made any bombs that week.
The security guy went ballistic and said that he would have him frog marched out of the airport and be made to appear in front of Tony Abbott the very next day.
The Toff clamped up and offered up only one word answers from then on. Luckily the State Governor put in a good word for Alex and he walked free.
Well f**k me, then it happened again.
The very next time The Toff returned to the airport he was pulled aside and asked the very same question again.
This time the Toff replied cautiously and said he was now a 75 year old pensioner with “disabilities” and had fought in Vietnam.
The security guy apologised and said he was only doing his job. The Toff was not amused and muttered under his breath “moron” as he walked away.
Well f**k me, then this happened.
Some months went past and then The Toff received a letter from a Bad Debt agency.
The letter demanded how and when was he going to pay the $2,500 fine for the shop window front in the Riverland town of Berri that he tossed a wheelie bin through on New Year’s Eve.
The Toff was shattered as once again he was being accused of something he did not do.
Really? He phoned the agency and said you have the wrong man as he the Toff was a 80 year old pensioner who could not lift an empty wheelie bin, yet alone throw it through a plate glass window.
The Toff said he could prove that he was at Seaton that night at a New Years Eve Party for geriatrics, some 150kms away. Fortunately the dumb guy agreed and no more was heard.
Well f**k me, and then this happened.
Some bloke left his business card in the Toff’s “letterbox asking the Toff to call him. This bloke David, said there was a “victims of crimes” case against the Toff regarding his assault on a woman called Elizabeth.
This time the Toff explained to the bloke that he was a 85 year old pensioner with dementia, a heart problem and had recently undergone brain surgery.
Oh! said the bloke – sorry about that but a number of people have said they think you look like a sexual predator.
Well f**k me said The Toff, how many more bastards are using my name out there.
by Anonymous in the Interests of Public Safety!