OK, here begins the tale of Wokka,

You know those loner kids at school? The ones even the eggheads shy away from? That was me. Goofy looking kid, head too big for his body, tall and lanky and looked like I was made totally up of knees and elbows.

We bounced around a bit growing up, heading from school to school, I got sick of making friends so retreated into my drawing and exploring the bush, and stayed there. Now don't go the whole "awww, poor Wokka" bullshit, I liked it better that way, I still do. I can count my friends on one hand, but they are all true friends, who would (and have) drop everything the second I needed help. The "Handbrake" doesn't really get this, being a social butterfly. Don't get me wrong, we head out a fair bit, meet up with friends and have a good night, but some of the best days of my life were spent right out the back of a small country town, with my dog on the back of an ag-bike, a rifle and tools riding fences. I still try and head out 4 times a year, every one at work can't understand why, for a holiday, all i want to do is head out and work on the farm.

tbc....