Archive for November, 2017
If you want blood – we got it
An early morning message from my cousin Rod woke me into the saddest day I’d experienced for years. I couldn’t get back to sleep. Reading obituaries at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and wearing the blur of a hangover, my eyes welled up. I hadn’t been this close to tears for a decade.
Bon and Malcolm in happier times.
Bathurst part 2 – the weekend continues…
The Saturday bus wasn’t arriving until 8:30am so we partied. By bedtime, we were suitably juiced. We found a British zombie movie on SBS.
It was cold and wet on race day...
Nick also found a pillow in the same cupboard Danny looked in. As Nick brandished the pillow, Danny looked shocked. ‘It wasn’t there yesterday,’ Danny said.
