One day a guy came into the store where I work and asked if I could help him pick a birthday card. He told me it was for John Howard and was from our local member. Not only did our local member pass the job onto some lackey, the lackey was now trying to pass it off onto me. Before I could even make a half-arsed attempt to help him, a regular customer who was looking at cards came forward with a suggestion.
He presented the lackey with an Ozzy Osbourne birthday card, which when opened had Ozzy saying in typical Ozzy fashion, 'I-I-I don't give a fuck how old you are. (Inaudible) fuckin paranoid. Sharooon!' Before this had even finished another customer came forward with a card that when opened said 'Happy Birthday to a 24-carat absolute plonker
Soccer was the favourite lunchtime sport at my primary school, mainly because tackle football was banned and touch football was boring. There was only one 'soccer field', inverted commas because it was really a set of hockey goals put on a dirt patch with soccer markings.
Obviously the older kids got first choice over the space they wanted, leaving over half a dozen other groups to find makeshift places to play soccer. As you would move through the grades you would gain rights to the next best space, with the departure of year 6 kids meaning year 5 gained rights to the field with goals
Appin is a small town around 60km south-west of the Sydney CBD, around 15km from where I grew up. The road that runs through Appin is the main route between Campbelltown and Wollongong. While I have passed through this town many times, it was not until recently I learned a little about the history of Appin.
A few weeks ago I needed to buy something or other from one of the many $2-discount type stores on the main street. I was having my purchase processed, just before the close of trading, when a tall, wiry guy with glasses and awkward demeanour walked into the store
I was flicking through an old notebook from last semester looking for a particular thing of no relevance. I came across a 'to-do list' that I had written, containing things I needed to organise that day, as well as within my life more generally.