G'day Guys and girls,
The missus and I came up with a plan this afternoon, one that was years overdue. We thought we might grab the junior ferals and head off to Chinatown for a feed and a sticky beak around George street. My sneaky intent was to check every alley be it a dark one or lit up with bells and whistles for a pin or two. Boy was I disappointed! "Galaxy world" was very foreign, to these what I am now considering old bones, to say the least. After circumnavigating the place and being blown away by the intense 3D gaming I cheekily asked one of the lads when was the last time they had a pin in there. He made comment to the fact that they had one, be it to my astonishment as I missed it amongst the shooting, maiming and killing. He walked us over to a Stern Batman and proceeded to swipe in a credit for me, to which I was extremely grateful. So play I did, even scoring a free game with a good score and all the while being drowned out by the technology that has left me behind, coupled with the princess of darkness voicing her disapproval - this is not a new revelation. The George street cinema complex that I did not recognise when I walked in had a similiar story in that amongst all the intensity there was one Stern Grand Prix. It only seems like yesterday that I was surrounded by chimes and bells, hanging out in my Stubbies, burning my fingers juggling hot chips out of their paper wrapped fortress and chugging it all down with a Strawberry Moove. At nearly 40 up until tonight I didn't think I was that old, but I'll tell you what I wouldn't swap it for todays chaos for quids. Enough rubbish for now, time to grab a Coopers, shove Mad Max in the VCR, only kiiding I have evolved slightly - correction DVD, and head on back to my youth, hanging on like a mongrel and not letting go. Happy slappin all.................................
Rich...........................................