...and now a little survival story despite my friend telling me writing in blogs was gay...how rude...how funny.
Last night, a friend told me about growing up in small town Tasmania. At the tender age of 13 he was hounded and chased across the sports field then cornered in a metal soccer goal, I draw attention to the material the goals were made of, on account of the fact the net goals were constantly slashed by vandals....like a fleeing Kangaroo caught in the fence, he scrambled inside the goal and somehow, out of fear and adrenalin climbed up on top of the goal to escape the gang of thugs.
He described one of the fugs as constantly surrounded by a cloud of flies that would land on his hair...
When I asked my friend what would have happened if he had stood his ground he replied
"I would have been slapped"
.....as it turns out instead of getting slapped he got sent to the Time Out room for a week ...and the bullies got away with it...
Funny thing was he was respected by the bad-arse crew after that.
....so very lovely