The tales of a middle-age grump, standing in the backyard howling at the moon, lamenting the good old days of his youth compared to the kids of today.
Glenn writes of his childhood growing up in 1970's Australia. It was a time when cooking oil was an acceptable sunscreen. For children back then entertainment was reliant mainly on imagination alone, as the internet had yet to rule our lives and parental involvement was non-existent.
With that imagination and a lack of foresight to danger that boys possess, moronic misadventures were commonplace. Glenn recounts many well-trodden stories that sound hilarious now but could have ended his short life countless times.
Stories such as; shootings a brother down from a tree, getting hit by a train whilst playing on the tracks or revelling in the lethal pleasures of the annual Cracker Night, where any yob including kids could buy war surplus quantities of explosives over the milk bar counter, no questioned asked...what could possibly go wrong?
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