V8 Mentality
Anzac day was always a day of recognition for John. A day when he was with his real family. His mates. Jim remembers when his mother was often working and his father was begged to babysit him. The sticky, smoke filled RSL bar was his crèche, the old boys who sweated beer and laughed sticky, smoky coughs his playmates. His toys, a soggy beer coaster and pen.
The old man loved old men and would always be befriending some highly decorated ex hero. You’d never know it Jim he’d say after. Unassuming guy like that rescuing all those blokes. And with half of his guts hanging out. That’s a man Jim. Jim would nod knowingly as he shared in jokes about men, dames and war.
Hey Squeezer! Have you noticed that the new barmaid has a great set of t**s? Don’t tell me you never no
