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Reminds me of the time I drove the last twenty miles into Pimba with no steering at all after the bottom arm on the steering relay broke. Got it welded up in Pimba and drove on to Alice where I got a new arm (in the days when the Landrover dealer in town actually had parts!)
Fortunately, the ruts in the sand and gravel on the road held the steering straight most of the time, and when it started to wander, stop and pull the wheel over a bit. Occasionally actually got into second gear.
If one possessed an Art Gum Rubber & used it in class the whole gum rubber less class stood, Applauded, bowed & scraped & had a look of genuine amazement on their little faces. When that was over they had to return to their Red Rubbers that left discoloured crap all over their exercise books.
Never used Bread Gav, we were far too poor to have any spare. [bigrolf]
We were too poor to afford erasers
It was always the crust off a corner, give it a lick and then rub the offending hb off
There were the kids with the red rubber that took half the paper with the writing, **** up twice and you had a hole in the page
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I've never tried art rubber or bread, but white-out made a heck of a mess of my computer screen. [bigsad]
I never needed an eraser or white out, as I never make mitsakes.
How would we go with today's breads? Sourdough.? Your finger would disappear through the holes.
Brioche Bread is a bit nancy boy to use at school.
A pot of Auntie Joan's Best Apricot Jam with Fruit Pieces would need to be in your lunch box, so it had two purposes. Get those back to front & you'd get 20 of the best over your arse.
Although post caning, you're arse would be that hot you could make toast if you dropped your drawers.
See, my education hasn't been totally wasted.
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