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...issues away here." The next day, passing a building lot as the frame for a new house is going up, Dahlstrom laments there are no Murris on site - even though there are several indigenous carpenters in town. He points out an industrial workshop: "That bloke will never employ Aboriginal people. He's bringing in workers from Asia and the Pacific...
...gooly. I was wearing a titanium protector, for extra confidence. Quality box. My left-arm pace was rusty, too much swing, couldn't pitch them on the stumps. Warney, 700 wickets (and counting!), gave me a nickname. "Extras," as in wide and no ball. Top bloke, even though he went to a private school...
...Test. The Barmy Army was going off. "Who ate all the pies?" they sang. Gee, they're hard on Pigeon. I got my baggy green presented by Richie Benaud, but he didn't even want to shake my hand. Benaud was wearing a pink tie. Beazley was right, the bloke's in the closet. And he'd know. No wonder Kimbo bought a house in Sydney. Punter won the toss. We scored 676 for 8 on a belter; Langer and Ponting put on 350 for the second wicket. Magilla and I didn't even get to bat. Something's going...
...saturday, 30 december: We won the Melbourne Test but I felt empty. Shane thanked me for the advice: pitch it into the rough. Warney also said he'd never heard a bloke sledge his own. Gilly had it coming, though. Leg-side stumping or catch off an inside edge, take your pick. Gilly is overrated. People think he's a saint. I'd walk on an LBW if we had 600 on the board as well. A ground microphone had picked up: "You've just dropped the Ashes, wingnut." It was spur of the moment. Ricky agreed it was harsh...
...bottle buddies who happen to have three small children. When her parents split, Sayer's freewheeling childhood descends into a grim saga: she moves from suburb to suburb, school to school, always at the mercy of Betty's genius for sabotaging her own security and picking up the wrong bloke at the pub. Amid this culture of poverty, mental illness, domestic violence, alcoholism and fear, Sayer blossoms. She finds ways to escape the misery, if only in bursts, through poetry, martial arts and music. Friends drop in and out, as does Gerry, but Sayer's resilience is the bedrock...