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Ne Tentes aut Perfice -If somethings worth doing, its worth doing well |
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About Us |
‘All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare—as You like it
I am fortunate in my time to have had the opportunity to play many parts sometime sportsman coach and manager, special forces soldier, engineer, inventor, serial entrepreneur and business man. A member of great teams , an incredible family and a small group of exceptional friends. This website is my sandbox for ideas and represents a repository of my knowledgebase, vision and views which I hope you will find interesting and thought provoking
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Jones the soldier A stroll in the boonies with the Regiment |
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Jones the Pilot Flying a Seaplane on the Gold Coast |

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Jones the Beachcomber on Mo’orea Tahiti |