Dec 29, 2009 3:59 AM GMT
I was born in South America. My father was a bit of a digger at the time and helped his bizzo excel. He was definitely on a good wicket and as an ankle biter, my oldies decided to move to brizzie. I consider myself a ridgie didge banana bender because my first memories of life belong to that beaut of a town. I remember falling in love with the meatpies, apple skewers, and vegemite sangers for brekkie and other awesome tucker. I recall visiting much of the big smoke but particularly when I got to see beyond the black stump. We packed on all the swags, my father loaded the ute with tinnies and had some yummie dampers at nightfall. The memory of the setting sun on those nights will be engraved into my memory forever.
It all came to an abrupt end when at the age of 11 the dog and bone went off and my father said, “By any tick of the clock we will become yanks!”. I said “rack off, I want to grow up here and become a dinkum larrikin, kick the footy for Geelong , and try XXXX till I piss on the wobbly boot!”. “She’ll be right” is all he said.
So here I am now in this city cohabitating with these ginormous mozzies for too long and thinking I’ve gone walkabout too long. It will be a corker of a day when I make that move soon, but I am still unsure if I want to remain a banana bender, become a Mexican, a sand groper, or a top ender….