~~ OUR ADOPTED DAUGHTER HONEY ~~

FROLICS ON KYEEMAH BEACH!

G'DAY PEOPLE AND WELCOME TO THE PAST!

A selection of photos from the mists of time, a time when things were simpler, a time when all things seemed to be fun.
Back in the days when friends were friends and not the disposable quantity they seem to be today. Back when one could get pissed, vomit on themselves, colapse in a gutter and he was considered a real Aussie.

Sigh - what a pathetic species we have become!

John Solah, David 'Gonzo' Kirkland and the, hmmmmm, former MrsX.

Tom and Gonzo at Brock's christening!

BRAD'S 21ST BIRTHDAY PARTY

Just about everyone in the above two shots has now gone to god.

Those still above ground are the guys on the far right of each shot.

My mate Greg Shapley from school.

He discovered music, then girls, then alcohol and then disappeared.

Mates from my former job in Flemings Food Stores.

Mates from my time at Flemings Maroubra and Campsie.

All are now missing, but presumed alive.

Aunty Eileen to the far right left the world some years ago.

For those who likely don't know, my real father is third from left

with his then tart Fay.

My mother and stepfather are to his left.

Last I heard was that my real father was passing on early in 2010.

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Howdee,
I know how much this society craves gossip.

A few days ago three cop cars reportedly attended the Botany Filipino shop, one of them being a paddy wagon.
Has to have been more than a simple shop lifting - Perhaps someone has been arrested for rampant backstabbing????????

Any further info greatly appreciated.

Brad
** Thanks to Wayno for the info..............................

~~ ANOTHER RANDOM SELECTION OF GUFF ~~

Started going back through the old photos scanning those from long ago.
Those from happier days when gossiping was restricted to train news and hate limited to magazines you did not prefer.
Back when friends were friends and enemies easily identified.

SIGH

Not much of the above photo exists today.

The dog, Tando, has gone to heaven, as has railfan Mick Stiles

who is shaking his hand.

My slim belly has long gone, along with the grass (drought), the Blue Festiva (crash at Bulli) and Excelsior Electrics (recievership).

The van still is around, now owned by MrX's brother and used for his electrical business. So after all these years I still regularly travel in it.

One of a few fund raising events held at the Rockdale signalbox before Railcorp decided that the asbestos fibres in the air were to dangerous.

Hmmmm a tad late really, we had already been in there for years and may already expecting asbestosis due to neglegence on their part.

MrX cooks the BBQ while Roy Howarth looks at the camera.

Various other foamers in attendance.

Same event with MrX still on the BBQ and James Grey looking

at his delicious offering.

James is more commonly known in dribbler circles as the owner of 42101, one of those locomotives built by crappy manufacturer Clyde. :-)

Back when Newcastle still has a steelworks, the BHP plant is seen here late one night from the other side of the Hunter River.

It is now just a huge open dirt area :-(

~~ WAS I BEING USED? ~~

AND

~~ MY NIECE AIREEN - FOUND ~~

Sorry it has been a while since I last posted. After the last attack by the Eastlakes Ferrals I sort of couldn't have been bothered with the local community for a while.

It did give me time to reflect and consider all the accusations that one garden knome has made about my apparent lying and where this may have come from. I mean these are people I have tried to do nothing but help, yet when things don't go their way, they instantly have to turn around a abuse you, accuse you of things that just aren't true, and otherwise do whatever it takes to boost their ego in the community.

It was after a few extended talks with the kinder in the Filipino community here that I have realised that there may actually be some basis to what they are saying.
What is my actions, my thoughts and my words had all been based on those of someone I thought was a close friend who could be trusted?
What if this trusted friend fed me with misinformation, knowing that I would act on it, knowing that I would cause the trouble they themselves were trying to cause.

WHAT IF I WAS JUST BEING USED???

WHEN YOU COME DOWN TO IT, WHEN YOU REALLY TRACE BACK ALL THE LIES AND RUMOURS, IT ALL SEEMED TO COME TO THE SAME PERSON!

To be honest with myself, I never actually witnessed most of the stuff that I was fed.

1- Wifes cheating on husbands.
2- Boyfriends cheating on girlfriends.
3- People whinging about quality of food.
4- People using hospitality then calling them low class.

So what if, just what if, both myself and my website was actually used as someone elses tool in their campain of hate, knowing that I hate liars and knowing that I would go on my own personal crusade against them if I was to thing this was what they were doing.

I find myself with a reasonable sized list of people who I used to think were the most evil of all, Mascot Drive excepted as they have already proven this, and an equal sized list of how these thoughts stemmed from the comments of just one or two in the Filipino community of Botany Bay (at the time).

As the realisation continues to flow into my mind, I find myself more and more relieved at the truth which gradually sets me free. But alas, while it is way to late to change some of these things around, I am now a far more wiser person when it comes to dealing with this sort of person.
Never again will I put the thoughts/rumours/gossip of one person above all others. Never again will I implicitly trust anyone in the community who masquerades as a friend.

HERES TO REALITY - HERES TO CLARITY

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In happier news, I heard from my long lost niece Aireen the other day.
She now be living and working in Beirut (Lebanon) and finally heading towards the life she has always wanted.
I am so happy she is doing well, but miss our 2am chats about Filipino belief and superstition, not to mention the terrific karaoke session.
Take care Aireen, we will meet again one day.

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I think what amazes the local Filipino community most that despite all the pain she put her husband through, she still rather blame the people that tried to help than look at the real reasons why he did.

What has happened before will happen again!

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From:

"Racquel Calabazaron" To:
"Brad Peadon PR-SIG"
WELL U STUPID DICK HEAD REMOVE ME FROM YOUR FUCKING LIST SO I WONT BE FORWARDED BY ANY OF YOUR STUPIDITINESS AS U CAN'T BE TRUSTED AS WHAT COMES OUT IN YOUR MOUTH & YOUR MIND IS ALL LIES......

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LEGAL NOTES:

The original opf this email has been retained for reference.

The photo was in public domain on Facebook.

>>> BEAUTIFUL SOUTHERN HIGHLANDS <<<

Thirlmere Railway Museum, just one of the many reasons why the Southern Highlands is top of our choices for moving too in the near future.

Having spent so much time there recently, breathing the fresh air, meeting the wonderful people, experiencing a whole new peaceful way of life.

It is not hard to see why more and more people wish to dump modern society and head for a, to utilize a modern day wank term, Tree Change.

It is just like days of old, when people weren't so frantic to get anywhere, when people want to know you, where you can be totally rid of the canines who constantly hound you because of the misery they have made for their own life.

Come take me tree change, I am yours.............

>>> RACQUEL SHARING THE FILO LOVE <<<

Sadly last night someone broke into my email account and sent off SPAM to numerous people in my address book, including remnants of people from a time I would rather forget.

This rather lady like email was most impressive

and has been retained for reference.

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Re:
Friday, October 16, 2009 6:49 AM
From:
This sender is DomainKeys verified
"Racquel Calabazaron"
To:
"Brad Peadon PR-SIG"
GO GET FUCK STOP SENDING ME E-MAIL. WE DONT CONSIDER YOU AS A FRIEND AND NEVER EVER WILL.

>>> SOUTHERN HIGHLAND FAMILY DAY <<<

Hello all and sundry and welcome to the first of a two part look at our trip to Bowral and Berrima on Monday.

What started out as a sunny day slowly declined into an overcast but pleasant one, later including a few showers. Still nothing was going to dampen a great day in that wonderful part of the country.

Lunch was had it a lovely Berrima park while my more recent fetish for antique shops was also attended to while driving around, one actually netting me 288 back issues of a very interesting international railway magazine.

Coming home we followed the line to Picton where we popped in to see Colonel and Anna's new place of residence, before the first of many time trials were carried out between there and our home.

Below are photos from the Berrima portion of the trip.

Some of the local shops selling their goods at over inflated tourist prices.


Not sure if this was the local brothel or not!



Ahhhh Southern Highland life!

"So much junk - so little money"

The main street of Berrima, a lovely little Southern Highlands town with its livelihood based on tourism, weekends being the busiest time.

Signs for sale!

My interest in closed branchlines lead me to a quick search of the old coal line from Berrima to Medway Colliery. Was surprised to find the colliery still seems to be in action, trucks now replacing the railway.