Oh, how we will miss them.
You had a micro-brewer as your neighbour? Lucky lucky you.
You’ve just reminded me that my neighbour is felling trees au matin. And I guess things could indeed be worse.
Crikey! I remember our Heidelberg neighbours (of similar consumption habits to yours by the looks of the photographic evidence) moving on too – she loudly bragging that they were off to a ‘fancy new house in Craigieburn.’ That was back in 1996 and we know what’s happened to Craigieburn in that time…..
They weren’t bad blokes, quiet. But I don’t think they ever consumed anything solid.
Quiten abstemious, this writer would have thought.
Only a few dozen of homebrew rot-gut, no still, no hydroponics, Harley hogs..
Like I said, quiet – but I’d place a substantial bet on the hydroponics being there.
“Wink, wink.. nudge, nudge..say no more”.
hopefully their new abode is not next to anyone who does not deserve them.
Anyway, if they were real bogans, the lawn wouldn’t be cut and there’d be an old de-wheeled holden or ford up on bricks, to further celebrate the farsightedness of those involved, reflected in this vista- a very representation of effortless material and personal self reflexivity and success.
You will probably be able to guess about where I am in my life right now when I ask, what happened to those bottles? Are they still available? 😉
No, but the house is. The landlord is one of those remove-all-vegetation-except-lawn – shaved within a millimetre of its life type landlords, so the house is now an absolute classic Arkley.
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