Old Red Fart
Vital Champions League
Ahhh, you young blokes haven't lived. Saturday night in Eastwood reminds me that Sat night in my day after basketball usually resulted in a couple of pints drunk quickly and then a visit to the Barn (our favourite late night dancehall) in Broadmarsh in those days, miss the last bus home, followed by an hour's walk home. Never a minute wasted in a weekend.
Looking back, it's a wonder we ever survived to old age.
And df, we live on 5 acres on the NW outskirts of Sydney and have some bits of earlier indigenous life on the banks of our creek which is the boundary.
Life has never been dull.
Looking back, it's a wonder we ever survived to old age.
And df, we live on 5 acres on the NW outskirts of Sydney and have some bits of earlier indigenous life on the banks of our creek which is the boundary.
Life has never been dull.