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I have been fascinated by bollards for some years now.
Ever since I since someone using my name had an extremely “R” rated encounter with a group of limericists a number of years ago.
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**petra michelle**
It did not last, but for a while I was in the
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Couple of decades ago I developed a computer system for the Australian Maritime Safety Authority. The Brisbane office used to look after the rostering of pilots on ships. (They did six-week shifts and keeping track of leave entitlements was a major exercise.)
When I presented the finished product, I jokingly called it BOLLARD – Brisbane Office Leave Log And Roster Designer. They liked it; the name stuck.
A much more discreet use of the word than is made by disreputable people who write limericks
I find its a good ice breaker at parties. When someone asks me “And what are you into?” I reply “Bollards!” It always raises a few eyebrows.