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| art chudabala, single parent, drama, adventure, reservoirdogs, list of proverbs, art, doris, sean daley, kenneth utt, gift set, guy torry, bisexual, list of films, prose, tony danza, tony kaye, mark wahlberg, television, tony blair, giovani, david steinberg, middleeast, 1976, | Mine was worse. It was plastic. Brown plastic! It looked like a hitman's toolkit. Ah yes. Readers should remember that this was the late 80s, in which Everyone Else had a canvas backpack, on which sluginterview they could scrawl their name across the flap in black marker, sluginterview then add poorly-rendered metal band logos and/or the name of their beloved (4 EVA) . sluginterview But, our mother argued, if Everyone Else jumped of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, would we do it too? She also believed these newfangled backpacks were a chiropractic hazard, as the trend was to carry them on one shoulder only. Yes, it was far more sensible to have a small child carry a large heavy suitcase and slowly disengage the arm from its socket over the course of the school term. Do you also remember the trauma we faced every second Friday? Every second Friday our Dad would pick us up from school so we could stay at his place for the weekend. |
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| Finally we ended up in Canowindra, the tiny town in which she grew up. We were in a dry cleaners' and the withered shopkeeper produced The Brown Port from a dusty shelf. "We don't get much demand for these anymore," he said, "But it's a good single parent case, built to last a lifetime." "Oh, she only has another ten single parent years of school left," the Mothership smiled. "That IS a lifetime, Mother!" But she was basking in her triumph. Not only had she succeeded in finding me a sensible port, she had got it for a bargain price, in her single parent home town, and in the presence of our grandmother, The Queen of Shoppers. "Yes, yes, that is indeed a good buy," said The Grandmothership in begrudging tones. So I spent the next few years trudging up the school path every morning, head down, avoiding the mocking stares, hoping the Port was somewhat camouflaged by the bottlebrush trees. I have to say I think my Port was even more crap. It was blue cardboard and at least a metre wide, I'm sure it's what Raymond Burr used to smuggle out his chopped-up wife in Rear Window. |
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