I heard that he can do amazingly technical, gravity defying, tricks with kites and boards that simply weren't designed with those purposes in mind. I heard he pulled the fabeled F-18 triple-kiteloop to blind Fararri whilst riding an esky lid and flying some kite-betty's beach towel, he did it all unhooked coz he didn't even have a harness, this was at Woodies after dark during a 50 knot squall. I heard he's hung like a donkey too!

Saffer, so sad but true.

So Dave, is it question and answer time? Do you have a poor relative...is it your alter ego?...Is he a Melville Kiter?

Originally posted by IanR

I would love to know which dams he kites in as most are crawling with Crocs.


would that be a god dam?

pnut

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Originally posted by elmo

Poor Relli is "The Stig"

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Some say his left nipple is the shape of a pie and his voice can only be heard by hamsters. All we know is he's called Poor Relative"

I think they must have just meant that he has finished work for the day, and is OUT and about .... simple as that

Sop it.....stop it

He comes from good breeding stock
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and drives a truck
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Originally posted by elmo

Poor Relli is "The Stig"

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hahahaha - i love top gear, i have the last 5 seasons in perfect quality on my laptop - makes those long bus rides to the city fly by...

Can I have a t shirt

Saffer it would be quicker to drive to Maputo than to sterkfontein dam. And you wouldn't have to deal with Rock spiders

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice with my bare hands. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention.

I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees. I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up several inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook thirty-minute brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by St Kilda, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge for disadvantaged families. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured Sydney with a travelling centrifugal-force demonstration. I have a cricket average of 100.

My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week. When I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.

I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I still don't know who the #^$# Galah or Poor Relative are...

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Saffer it would be quicker to drive to Maputo than to sterkfontein dam. And you wouldn't have to deal with Rock spiders

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Yeah, its a little bit concerning when you have fishermen drinking brandy and coke at 7am in the morning. At least the winter sessions were awesome.

You're so modest........ don't hold back, tell us all!!!!!!!!!

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Did spend 2 years developing a vaccine for sore arms but lost it on the No 12 bus and unfortunately it never got handed in.
After this setback I then trained as a gynacologist but found I couldn't keep a relationship together. I couldn't deal with taking my work home with me.
Deciding medicine wasn't for me I became a millionaire archaeologist and during one of my "digs" discovered a mosquito embedded in a piece of amber .. I found that my medical training enabled me to extract the DNA of dinosaurs from its fossilised blood. Amazed, I bought an island and decided to turn it into a theme park where the public could come an see these amazing beasts in their natural environment.
During this time my diary was stolen by Stephen Speilburg. i am currently suing.
After a brief spell in the SAS and MI6 (which was nice) I became a male model, but the novelty of endless, meaningless incredibly adventurous sex marathons with a veritable string of stunning international starlets soon wore off and I quit in disgust after being voted "most virile man on Earth"
Now in the Australian paralympics team (I lost my left leg below the elbow in a kitchen accident) you may have seen me on the telly at Sydney coming 5th in the escalator accending final and winning the round-the-world swim.

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And they haven't built a monument to you in Swaziland yet? Or did King Mswati III use all the money to buy himself more sports cars?

Do you remember that I fell in love with that Swedish baboon ......... what was her name?.....Oh yeh...Annika baanana breath!!!! What a bun she had!!!!!!