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There are some people who are prone to 'mistakes'.
I shared a house with one such guy. You wouldn't believe his ability to get things wrong. He had gone from job to job (and continued after he left our house) getting sacked for incompetence.
He was the adopted son of an Army Brigadier (who had served in India during the Raj). He had been sent to English public school (private boarding school) and was 'fast-tracked' onto officer-selection at Sandhurst - but he was sent home after three days as being 'unsuitable'. His father pulled strings and got him 'enlisted' as a 'private' (ie in the ranks) but again, he was rejected within days. He came to work with us through a favour to his father by an ex-Army (retired) high-ranking officer. He didn't fit in - he was useless and incompetent.
Next stop Australia on a sheep station - he rolled the Land Cruiser and was sacked. Next job on the rigs (whoever arranged that was cruel - this guy would mess-up feeding the cat).
Some years later he turned-up on my doorstep (back from Oz).
"Australia was OK - it was the Australians - they think they own the place . . . "
He was once again, out of work.
I have more stories from the time when he lived with us, but they are all about him screwing up.
His father had always told him "Nonsense, Johnny - you can do it!" when he clearly couldn't. His younger sister (a natural child - ie not adopted) was as bright as a button and clever, which had made Johnny's plight worse.
Perhaps he was the driver . . .
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