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Hail!

For those who don't know, Brisbane had a hell of a hail storm last night. I've managed to find some photo's of the results and put them up on Live Journal Pics here and here plus someone else has a few photo's of the storms here.

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gypsyamber
May. 19th, 2005 11:02 pm (UTC)
That's just crazy!

Oh and whoever took the photos you linked to last - wow!

Wouldn't want to be working in insurance claims today!
gypsyamber
May. 19th, 2005 11:02 pm (UTC)
Were people hurt? Were you hurt?
halloranelder
May. 19th, 2005 11:42 pm (UTC)
No I don't think there was any serious injuries.

Thanks for your concern. *hugs*
punk_rock_nerd
May. 19th, 2005 11:19 pm (UTC)
Wow. Just... wow.

Hail to the storm, baby.

Hoping you're alright and that those you care about are also alright.
halloranelder
May. 19th, 2005 11:42 pm (UTC)
No, me and mine are fine. Thanks for your concern. *hugs*
ozisim
May. 20th, 2005 03:40 am (UTC)
DUDE!!!!!
That's like totally skiiable!
(yes I'd be in my rock-hoppers, but... to ski Brisbane, what an opportunity!)
draquin
May. 20th, 2005 04:18 am (UTC)
I watched the sky go from blue to bruised, as I cleared the garage to get Millie in under cover. We only got rain, fortunately & Millie was safely garaged, just before it hit us. Was incredibly scary though, as we were on a 9pm flight out...
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