tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post112512064870721289..comments2009-07-10T12:18:51.160-07:00Jimmy Littlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00700283384274714344noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post-1125984478908062402005-09-05T22:27:00.000-07:002005-09-05T22:27:00.000-07:00you probably went right past my old home doorPhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06565923553564056314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post-1125982247399644402005-09-05T21:50:00.000-07:002005-09-05T21:50:00.000-07:00Woy Woy at that time must have been like thousands of other places in Australian suburbia and commuterdom -- utterly unremarkable (and we were so proud of our unremarkability). I have a lot of trouble explaining it all to people out here in Californialand, so out come the memoires :-).<BR/><BR/>Carlton, on the way to the infamous (<I>un</I>famous) Basilisk Studios of Tactics fame in Hurstville? I must have passed through it a bunch of times...Jimmy Littlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00700283384274714344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968056.post-1125952049400412412005-09-05T13:27:00.000-07:002005-09-05T13:27:00.000-07:00hey, sounds just like downtown Carlton (near Hurstville) where I grew up. except there was less of the 'working for the council' going on.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06565923553564056314noreply@blogger.com