Duncan Hyde

We'll say this is from the sniper line, but this is from one of the boys, Snakey Boy, who has had, in context, a huge eight, nine days at work.

So he was at Cowchella at the field days, selling his fucking glorious macrocarpa wooden signs.

Does he send those overseas?

Surely.

Fucking imagine paying postal on one of those big buses.

They get to like two meters long.

I'd be a bank breaker.

Anyway, so he's done some fucking huge days.

And then on the way back, he's through Wellington, bit of a bender in Wellington, then drives all the way home and then back down to Christchurch, which is, you know, it's at the other end of the country from where this field days was.

And then he's got to follow up all the field days orders.

So he's just fucking done a 14-hour day yesterday.

Anyway, so...

He goes today.

He goes today.

And you know when you're that tired, you've got fucking no time for people fucking serving you up bullshit.

Kind of like me today.

Dunk has been spinning fucking plates left, right and centre.

Oh, fuck.

So maybe that's why it resonated so well with me, but fuck.

You know, if you got him on another day, though, you got him on another day, he would have been chipper.