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Mike's
Pith & Wind - Double vision
When in the latter stages of my schooling there
were constant hints that I wouldn’t know what had hit me when
I finally graduated and joined the work force. Maybe with this in
mind I delayed leaving school by a year so that Dick and I could
embark on our Art School course together - in any case, unlike bro’
Dick, I didn’t really mind the last couple of years at Christ’s,
especially the complete bludge that was my last year in the Upper
Sixth, a category that’s been subsequently abandoned I believe.
As it turns out, you never work harder than you do at school or
at uni, but the warning wasn’t really to do with how hard
the work was going to be in the real world. It was a much more hierarchical
world in those days, (the sixties), and I guess I implicitly trusted
the adults in my world as a result - all adults – and consequently
there was a set of impressively idiosyncratic characters in the
school context that I looked up to, and whose moral credentials
I never questioned. In addition, I also implicitly believed the
persona they read
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Dick's Toolbox - Australian
Rules
I have to confess that after several decades
in this large and desiccated country I don’t understand Australian
Rules. Somehow, even after repeated childhood exposure to copies
of the Australasian Post that graced my Great Aunt Emily’s
outside toilet in Kaikoura, New Zealand, I have yet to see the light.
Though in my adolescence I may have been more interested in the
bikini clad girls on the front cover than the grainy black and white
photographs of Polly Farmer leaping majestically off an opponent’s
back.
Gridiron is another example of a winter game played enthusiastically
in one country that has largely defied transplantation to any other
geography. You can take most sports somewhere else, water with large
amounts of money and publicity - and still watch it wither on a
metaphorical vine. Only soccer has flourished internationally, being
played in 126
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