Howdy, I'm Ant. I say Howdy, which raises a few eyebrows in the north-eastern suburbs. All notions of what I might want to include in this have gone. Now it's time to put the kettle on and rock out. Ant.
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Just to demonstrate I am doing something, albeit at a snail's pace, here is the first page of what I could call my current autobiography. I won't, though. That would just be self-indulgent.
Ant was in our room when he worked on this. He kept citing bizaare facts about Toto and some dude called Father Time who looked like he was dead but his body hadn't been told...
Apparently he WASN'T lying when he said it was lying when he said it was all for research. I have to give you mean props for this mate. personal stories are hard. I didn't put up my second attempt as it was too personal. Really well done.
PS: I've not seen many ultrasounds but is Rita giving birth to a baby with a head made from a walnut?
Yes, the ultrasound is fairly accurate from my memory, but I made the lines too clear. Apart from looking like a walnut, the kid nearly looked like a plucked chicken.