When I was a smaller person, we used to have summer holdiays at Dromana on the Mornington Peninsula. The house was (and still is) an old weatherboard beach shack that belongs to the extended family. They were wonderful holidays, seemingly eternal weeks of sun, swimming and beach. Fish 'n' chips, pizza, cordial with ice in it. No TV, lots of boardgames, cricket (endless cricket), tennis, bikes - just ace. While all that stuff was blissful, nothing was quite as exciting as getting taken by Dad to the brand new tennis centre to see the Australian Open. Looking back, it was an ideal opportunity to give my Mum a break - can you imagine the luxury of no kids for a whole day when usually there were at least three and often several more. We would get in the van and drive to Frankston, get on the train and sit impatiently all the way to (then) Flinders Park, a white, glistening, almost religious icon in the centre of the city. Tickets to the outside courts in the first week was st...
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ReplyDeletewho is going to say LIBARIAN now???
Ha!
ReplyDeleteI wonder who we'll get now. Pretty-boy in budgie smugglers Thwaitesy? or lego-haired straight man Brumby-y?
I'm pretty sure it was all a cunning Labor scheme to distract people from John Howard's housing plan.
It will without doubt be Brumby, I fancy. Bracksy practically anointed him in his press conference.
ReplyDeleteHis nickname, my public service colleagues assure me, is JB.
Yeah, I think Bracksy sealed Thwaitesy's fate when he said, "And Brumby's really awesome I'll totes be voting for him". So Thwaitesy went to himself, "Today is a good day to die (politically)."
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