Jared 'Pazzar' Parry
Pazz, Pazz, Pazz...where do we start with you young lad?? This chum enjoys long, strenuous, scrub ridden & down right dangerous wanders into anywhere bar a pleasantly romantic beach side retreat. He also takes great pleasure in snapping ankles in Tasmania's remote mountain ranges; quite cleverly scoring free helicopter rides as a sneaky treaty payment. For some reason he now resides far away from us all on the big flat mainland. We await his inevitable return...
Dr. 'BigBird' Willows  |
This man-child loves beards & board games I can never properly pronounce. For some reason, a doctor's company comforts me...at least until he starts spraying nursery rhymes whilst hemmed inside a snow caked mountain hut. Some may call it creative flair; as it was through this innovative spirit that the 'Inaugural Mt Ossa Ice-Golf Championship' took its first baby steps into some form of reality!! Never mind that horrible yellow shirt - this lad can sure skim a stone.
Liz 'El Presidente' Boggy Brown
Well well...what seems to be going on here bossy boots?? Wait...where are ya' boots?! Everyone's favourite ranga has a happy habit of getting herself neck deep in mud!! Lucky for her we're normally more than happy to help yank her out, as she holds more organisational skillzzz than the rest of us mere mortals combined. Keep that silly hat on - protect that red head!!
Nick "Smorgasbord" Morgan
Nick is believed by many to be an intrinsic part of the Tasmanian Wilderness, perhaps as old as the Island itself. The great Indigenous oral traditions tell of a woolly-haired wild man lurking at the fringes of camps; early colonists reported mysterious disappearances of rum and women, always followed by the far off cry of "Yiiiieeeew!"; workers on the Lake Gordon Hydro-Electric Scheme can all tell you about the labourer who went missing for three days, only to be found wandering the streets of Strathgordon with a hangover and the vague memory of being poured countless pints of Guinness by a bandanna clad spectre. Nowadays Nick spends most of his time away from his primeval forest lair, locked in the ceaseless pursuit of Good Times.
James "Ridgey-Didge" Ridgers
James is currently undergoing testing by the CSIRO as a potential source of renewable energy. His ability to turn Coke into kinetic energy is unparalleled, with it having been experimentally validated that on an average day he can transform a 1.25 bottle of Diet Coke into 0.49 Western Arthurs (approximately 5.32 ZigZagTracks). The TUBC is launching a legal challenge to have James returned to the club in order to power a spectacular light show at the next Clubs and Societies day.
Ben "Evel Knievel" Armstrong
The club's thrill seeking vice president lives life to extreme by following the somewhat bizarre motto of "why do things the easy way, when you can do them the hard way." Whether it be summitting Federation Peak the wrong way or travelling to ex-soviet countries, Ben is always up for a death defying adventure. He prefers to do all his Tasmanian walking in the middle of the night, using his flaming crop of red hair as an inbuilt head torch. He survives purely off a diet of carrots, as he is trying to prove that eating carrots really does help you see in the dark and which we can only presume why he chooses to night walk. The unsuspecting members who accompany him on his night walks return confused and disappointed as they are unable to enjoy the views that only Ben is able to see.
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