I just wrote an intro to this and the net crashed on me and I lost it - I'm beyond pissed off now!!
Anyway - now the 'digest' version of the intro I lost (First one was so much better!)
I'm going with the memoir style of writing for my piece - though I'm thinking who really cares about my life to read it!
I can't remember a lot from my childhood. So I've gone with my time in Brisbane the city I lived in for 9 years.
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Needs editing! This is just how it flowed out of my head and onto the screen.
When I look back at my time that I lived in
‘My boys’ My substitute brothers who banded around me and kept me from harm, Peter, Alan, Aaron, Adrian and Darren – to them I owe a debt of gratitude, but most if not all of that gratitude goes to Adrian.
Once a week myself, Adrian and Darren would get together at the pub our weekly gathering, a get together of friends it was invite who ever you wanted to join the dinner – rain hail or shine we’d arrive at the pub after 5pm and stay until we’d had enough. When we lived in Coorparoo it was the Aussie Nash in
When we moved to Morningside the local pub changed to the Comsley and Tuesday night dinner became Monday’s $5 steaks. Again we’d converge on the pub after 5pm drink, eat steak and wander home (It was a short walk through two parks to our place on Blackwood ave) However our other taste for fine food was the The China Duck in Seven Hills – They delivered your Chinese order, and by the end of our stay in Morning side – Almost 2 years they knew our order simply from the sound of my voice.