MEMOIRS

Yes, yes... while the idea of writing's one's "memoirs" does come across as a bit pretentious, I wrote this semi-accurate story of my life as a celebration and tribute to growing up in an era long forgotten, an era of afternoon street tennis, dragster bikes, Batman and Gilligan's Island, of ABBA and HUSH, cocky-laura 1-2-3 and school shoes that had a compass in the sole, of Dymo labellers and footy cards and 5-for-1cent lolly bags. That was before the internet came and buggered everything up. 

And besides, I had nothing to do that summer and I was in a creative mood.

So if you have nothing better do (really?), feel free to meander through the recesses of my past... well, the first ten chapters anyway...