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Senses Working Overtime by XTC. Story by Zoƫ Krukpa

Zoƫ Krukpa Cleaning my bedroom window, Canberra, 1982 My ear was burning in the sun, and my nose, which I had just recently pierced with the aid of a needle sterilized with a match and a handy bit of raw potato, was throbbing softly. The window rag smelled of this new stuff, eucalyptus oil, which I wanted to drown the world in I loved it so much, and my music box was precariously perched on a stool.

By |2020-11-02T16:13:25+11:00January 1st, 2015|English rock, Humour, Summer stories|5 Comments

Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days Of Summer by Nat King Cole Story by Colin Ritchie

Colin Ritchie Traffic lights somewhere in Melbourne, 2012 Colac, summer of 62/63 You could say the pocket transistor radio was the iPod of its day! Everybody had to have one and you felt so groovy walking down the street with it in your hand. Certainly a real status symbol to the youth of my day in my home town of Colac.

By |2019-12-09T11:15:30+11:00October 30th, 2014|Pre-Beatles pop, Summer stories|0 Comments
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