I had a father and son, Jehovah’s witnesses, doing the brick-work on the pyramid I built in the 80s.
I asked if they were gonna work xmas day to which Bill replied: Yes, we’ll be working coz we don’t celebrate xmas day. We think every day should be regarded a xmas day.
I thought that was a pretty cool idea. 
Other than that I regard xmas as a pain in the arse even though I usually spend it, in Tassie with Dad and my evil (not) step-mother, ‘being nice’. 

Whoa, back up there LJ.

You built a pyramid?

This requires explanation else I point at you and laugh......

I’m already laughing.

heh saw that in the mail i nearly died, soon theyll be starting the christmas shopping season before the last ones ended and we might get a day of peace then its chaos of christmas again (sigh).

I’m already laughing.

Good onya, Consi. 
Most people laugh
I guarantee if you saw it you’d say: FUCK! ... just as most blokes do, especially if they’ve built something.
Yeah, I had (have) been interested in pyramids from child-hood. Always wanted to build one; never knew how.
Interesting - I’ve never put this story to paper.

In 83 I changed employers (new company bought out the premises and I came with it - that’s another interesting story - - one at a time) and had an agreement that I get 10% of the GP as a cash bonus. I think it lasted 3 years. The last one was $18k – if I hadda made the deal last another 5 years I woulda got 100k.
Anyway in 84 I sold my house and bought 100 acres 20 clicks from town and started designing/planning a house.
I even considered mud-brick.
Bought a caravan and built an annex with a shower and toilet, generator, pump, Solar panels, batteries, heaps of tools including air compressor and nail gun and 20klt water tank and a mate with a big machine thingy with a bloody big bucket, levelled a site.
A friend gave me a lotta owner/builder and ‘alternate’ building/living mags.
One day I saw a photo of how someone had the 3 poles (in each of the 4 corners of a pyramid) joined and I went into over-drive; I was straight and sober at the time.
I had a customer (draughtsman/major projects builder) draw me up the plans from my drawings including plans for concrete slab and footing and the drawings for the steelwork I had to get made to join 4x3 corner poles and the 1x4 at the apex ... 10.5 mts.
Anyway, had the concrete poured, waited a month and put up the poles. Can you imagine the angles one needs to cut (after a lot of calculations in a non-math brain) on the skinny end of a 17m pole to make them fit snugly into the top-cap steel work?
The ground-floor brickwork was an 8m Circle (wheel) within a 16m circle (wheel). The outer section (within the circles) was divided into 8 equal sections.
(The next floor up was in the shape of a cross with my bed dead centre - I’ve never slept as well.)
Why a circle? Only two basic alternatives; octagon or circle.
I asked my girlfriend, at the time, which and she suggested a circle.
Years later I asked why she said the circle: Because I heard it was harder.
Then I had to figure out how you attach straight (milled) wooden rafters onto circular telegraph poles.
My 1st brother, who’d built some sets for movies, helped me design and put up the entire framework.
By that time my brain had gone into a slump. I’d lived and breathed the pyramid for almost a year. The first day at work and we had an argument.
I told him I didn’t want to think and he, having experience, would be the boss and me the lackey … and even though I didn’t smoke dope or drink, I’d grown a few plants in the valley, I gave him the dope. He was stoned the whole time and made no mistakes (that I recall) except that when our other two brothers came for a look and the youngest stood in one corner of the 1st floor looked over to the other corner and suggested we were 25mm out. We got the clear plastic tubing we used and it was only out by 20mm.
My 3rd brother and some mates helped me with the roof over a weekend and I finished off all the cut bits.
Other than the help mentioned I did the rest. Jeez I was fit.
The most fun was a stairway from the ground floor to the next. All dowelled.
Now this story is getting too long.
I sold it in 91 or 92 for not enough money as there is little interest in pyramids from people with money.

One little add-on.
Back in 96 I got whip-lashed when an SUV rammed the back of my Celica. Days later I developed a head-ache that started as a 3 outa 10 when I awoke and 12 hours later it was a suicidal 11 outa 10 (?).
Anyway 3 people over about 4 days suggested I go see Tom the Masseur. 
I went to his place of biz, no one there. His phone number was in the window so I called. He said he meet me there at 1pm as he had to drive in to town.
You know where this is going don’t you?
I arrived, the door was still closed and a lady was waiting there too. I said I had an appt and did she know where Tom had to drive from.
Billywillinga Road.
I said: Ah, I built a pyramid there.
She said: We bought it. (From the people I’d sold it to)
He didn’t fix my headache but I gave him all the plans and everything to do with the building.

So Consi I did build a pyramid, with a Perspex top
I just found 5 photos showing a building in progress.
If I had very clear instructions as to how to put them into my member profile I would but …

and I’ll turn this into an entry complete with the pictures. I think it’s fascinating.

If you have or can get the photos scanned, we’ll find a way to put them up.

Email them to me and I’ll turn this into an entry complete with the pictures. I think it’s fascinating.

Done - I only sent Photo 1.
Tickle the interest a little.
I’ll send the others tomorrow morning.