Now I remember why they named it 'Dudelaide'
Hey, Its been a while since I wrote anything. I have been luxuriating it up in Fortress Juttner in the Adelaide Hills. Christmas day was great....sleep...prizes....sleep....food....sleep...food....sleep. I also read a fair bit in between food and sleep. I have been a very good little son and have not ventured away from the family nest other than to see other relo's. This means I have not been in trouble once despite my usual laziness around the house!
Went for a ride yesterday with Uncle Tony as a bit of a trial run for the Kangaroo Island trip. All is looking good. We have decided to spend 4 days, rather than 3 there to make it more manageable and less rushed.
I went to Blackwood yesterday and it was miserable. I grew up there and had memories of it as this beautiful place. It seems to be a regional centre now and is lots of ugly buildings with crappy signage. What were the town planners thinking. Anyway, for old times sake I visited the French restaurant that holds everything dear to me about blackwood. My love, Annamarie worked there when I was a kid. We broke in there when we were kids and stole yumbos, apple pies and ice cream cake. So, I went there and had a 'moment'. I saw all these punk-ass kids sitting around stoned etc and realised that I had wasted my teenage life being a toolkit. Imagine how different my life might have been if there was no French Restaurant in Blackwood. Probably not different at all! However, its always been easier to blame the French than take responsibility for your own problems....
My sister found this photo taken down the coorong when we were kids. Anyone who knows me would have heard me harp on about how beautiful the coorong was. This photo gives some ideas. The kids in the photo are: me - star jump, Kate (sister) - pin drop, Adam (Bomb) Ross - somersault.
