I Remember – #1001

I remember starting up daily coffee runs with Ashley and Bridget at work.  And on the days that Ashley was not there, Bridget and I would not go for coffee together, and on the days Bridget was not there, Ashley and I still would.  Bridget and I were friends only through Ashley and not through one another, and it was via the purchasing of coffee that we discovered this.

-18 June 2017

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I Remember – #1000

I remember a night at home, alone.  I lived at the time on Turbot Street in Brisbane, in an apartment I could hardly afford.  I received a text – Nadia wanted to go out drinking.  I agreed.  Hours later we were at Rics in the valley.  I was drunk and wandering.  I went upstairs and saw my friend Kane.  I said hello to him and asked how he was.  The girl next to him, mishearing, answered and said she wasn’t all that great.  I asked her why, and then about nine years later we were married.

-17 June 2017

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I Remember – #999

I remember Ashley and I sharing and wearing a pair of cheap blue-shaded glasses, which vaguely – very vaguely – made me look like a Beatle, or, I suppose, Harry Potter.  Ashley thought Ringo and I, in my arrogance, though John.  Nobody really mentioned Harry.

-16 June 2017

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I Remember – #997

I remember my father handing me two photo albums and a bag of loose photographs.  He had gone through all the photos in his house after my mother died and apportioned them out to his children based on who was the primary person in the photo.  In one of the photos I am lying there, months premature, encased in a humidicrib, my eyes bandaged to protect them from the light.

-14 June 2017

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I Remember – #996

I remember using apple cider vinegar and a band-aid to remove a recalcitrant skin tag just under my arm.  As a child, I had always seen skin tags on my father as him being (somehow) weak for letting his body get that way, as opposed to simply being just aging.

-13 June 2017

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I Remember – #994

I remember using our Virgin status perks to get access to the Virgin Domestic lounge in Brisbane for the first time.  We both felt rather special, but there wasn’t really a lot there.  I don’t know what we were expecting but it was about right, about the level of a good hotel lobby.  But we were in our twenties and had stars in our eyes.

-11 June 2017

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I Remember – #993

I remember trying langoustines for the first time at a restaurant near the Sydney Opera House, and loving them so very much.  We ordered another plate and then, over the third glass of wine – an allergic reaction!  My wife, who had troubles, which meant, for me, the good fortune of finishing off the plate.

-10 June 2017

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I Remember – #992

I remember reading the semi-regular updates on life, love and work provided via WhatsApp text and voice messaging by my friend Eloise who, we both came to realise, had, since leaving Australia to live in London, gradually drifted from comfortable middle-class right-wing nonsense to the left, and who had found her life’s passion, unexpectedly, in teaching yoga, pilates, meditation.

-9 June 2017

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