I rather like the Currawong ...
PTSD for littlies.
'I say ... are you giving me the bird?'
'I knelt and wondered why I seldom got to ring the bell. Then I noticed a flapping movement in the congregation ... '
A priceless kick up the arse from Bryce Courtenay.
Back to the future back then.
Long ago, but not very far away ...
How to party like it's 1885.
Down on the farm.