Ramblings from the road
“I reckon I’ve got you this time,” ‘Never Give Up’ Emptyhead was at it again. You had to hand it to him, he was absolutely relentless.
“Who sang: ‘Catch a Falling Star’?”
“Perry Como.”
“Geez, how do you know all these guys? I mean, they lived a squillion years ago.”
Continue reading “Relentless Emptyhead”My name is Craig. I am an indirect tax consultant. I am 33 years old.
My wife’s name is Julie. She is an accountant. She is 33 years old.
Julie & I have a house, a cat, but no children.
I had an idea. Julie liked the idea. We are about to walk the talk around Australia.
My brother Greg was an excellent ballroom dancer (he won countless trophies for it) and he would ‘hit the town’ almost every Saturday and Sunday night to any venue where he could enjoy his favourite pastime.
Continue reading “Ballroom Dancer”In 1960, not long after I turned 18, I purchased my first car, a 1952 Ford ‘Prefect’. It was a little four cylinder matchbox, with one of those long gearsticks sticking out of the floor, a dashboard with a tray underneath which filled up with water when it rained, and the car was so small, it barely seated four people unless they were thin and weighed about 8 stone or less. It was however mechanically sound and provided I topped up the oil every week, it got me from A to B for about three years.
For a couple of years after we arrived in Australia we joined the local soccer club in Box Hill, and at the end of one season, we took a week off work and joined the club in it’s end of the year trip to Cumberland River, near Lorne.
Continue reading “End of Year Trip”During the course of our sometimes boring, monotonous working days I would walk past somebody’s bench and ask them: “Are you enjoining (sic) yourself?” or if someone made a mistake: “Why you do dat?” (sic)
Branco and his offsider, Squarehead, (I called them Yugoslav and Yugoslow) were both heavy gamblers, (sixteen stone if they weighed an ounce). Dogs, gallops square-gaiters and trotters, footy, soccer, tennis the pools, tattslotto and two flies crawling up the wall, you name it they would gamble on it.
Continue reading “Branco, Squarehead & Hotlips”
“Who sang ‘The Stranger’? Emptyhead asked me. He was called that because he had the IQ of a fence post. I mean, I wouldn’t say he was slow but it used to take him an hour and a half to watch ’60 Minutes’. He had been trying to stump me with all these music questions without a great deal of success.
Continue reading “Emptyhead & Wally”I’ll never forget the day I went for the job. I was young, green and bloody petrified. I’d had an interview with some gorilla called Bruce who tried to pass himself off as “the Foreman” of this graphic arts company in Hardware Lane.
My first day at Burwood Technical College began with catching the bus in Box Hill, where we had purchased a home, for the half hour drive into school.
