One of my (many)shameful guilty pleasures is listening to Macca on a Sunday morning. I like to think that I listen to it ironically because I’m not really into jingoistic patriotism and all things ‘Orstrayan’. 917 more words
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Dear Mr Stubbs,
We’ve never met, but I’m pretty sure we’re best friends. We have so much in common it couldn’t be any other way. We’re both the children of nurses, both funny (you, legitimately so, me – to the audience in my mind) and both cheer for the red and white. 353 more words
YOU’RE IN THE ARMY NOW, part 13. Working down on the docks me hearties, and The long and winding road.
We were versatile, the old saying came to the fore with whatever job they handed to you, ‘It’s a piece of piss to a trained Digger.’ Translated for my overseas readers who may be cringing as we speak, ‘It’s a piece of cake for a soldier.’ As you may well realise we were handed the lot and don’t get me wrong, it was all about new experiences. 2,488 more words