Georgiezine

The coolest person in primary school was Jaimie, younger brother of Kab101, son of Grade 6 teacher, who came along on school camp to Ballarat. We'd been in the bus for half an hour, when it went around that girls were "in love" with him. I strained my head to find out what he looked like:  mullet, acid wash denim jacket, crazy print shirt, acid wash jeans and hi top sneakers. Sooooooo cool. Imagine my excitement years later, when he recognised me and told me all the things he'd got up to since then. (Skating, photography).  I could barely concentrate-a cool guy remembered me from a three-day school camp! What had I done to have that effect?  Had a long chat with Mozza tonight, trying to work out how to track down a book that is out of print and retails for up to $600 online. "What if it's shit? I don't want to buy it!" He taught me to look up books on the National Library website, a great idea, and we bitched about politicians that don't even...

My friend wanted suggestions for a pub, to host a birthday lunch, that was family friendly. She wanted a pub with a beer garden, that children could play in, that was enclosed, but that was accessible for friends without children too. I went blank. I've barely been to pubs, since moving back here, and my favourite drinking venues don't actually serve food. I knew exactly what she was after. What happened to the good old days, where parents drank in the bar and kids made their own fun playing the bingo machines, ordering spiders and losing money in the video arcade machines (which is pretty much how I spent every weekend in winter with my dad-he drank in his sportsman club, and I fed twenty cent machines into a bingo machine and kept winning rounds of schooners, which I gave away, and counter meals of schnitzels and chips and no other vegetables were served up from a kitchen that never actually had a cook on staff... and if you were really lucky, you got to persuade the kitchen ...