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Hopefully my research for this project for Dad's birthday brings up more pearlers such as this one.
Me, Dad and my trucks. Middle Beach, 1988.
Our friend Dioni, he's this really nice guy from Peru, he sent an email to Francisca saying he had a dream the other night. We were all in Chile, in this place where the miners are trapped...they are expected to be there for many more months.
So in this dream, apparently I was addressing the English speaking journalists about the situation, some very important guru.
So anyway, I was heaps cute at this age, and look entirely different to how I do now. How 22 years changes things.
How good is it how Dad is repping Churchill's...the popular fin of the current generation, all that time ago. Though he doesn't use them anymore.