I’m sitting in a black vinyl covered swivel chair at Carnegie Hair place, Carnegie, of course.
The sweet and delectable taste of summer lingered as Hugo and I boarded the train at Caulfield just after 6pm on Easter Thursday. We were in good company as the carriage was filled with like minded revellers draped in various garments that declared their football allegiance. The Tiger colours probably outnumbered that of the Old […]
Spilling from the G a procession in Yellow and Black