Thanks for that Twiz. Beautiful, some good reading there. I particularly like the comment by Peter Carver from Cessnock. Thanks for bringing that website to my attention.
Actually, Parra beat the South Africans 39-18 NOT the Poms on that afternoon, Tuesday July 30, 1963. I took half a day off from work and was there for it.
I can't remember things that happened last week, but I can remember , as clear as a bell, games and football personalities from the sixties. That era certainly made a huge impression on me.
I have just about completed a book that I am writing (for local consumption) on my experiences in town over the past 41 years, and I am amazed at the things that I can remember. I have written twenty chapters from memory, recalling incidents I found funny and some of the characters I have met along the way.
I was going to leave it at 20 - but I think I have another ten or so chapters left in me as I haven't touched on my memories over a wide range of sports as a participant, administrator, spectator and journalist.
Does anyone know why we can go back so far, yet can't recall the immediate past?
Is it to do with being an old goat and trying to recpature your youth?
"You know when you are getting old. First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to do up your fly, then you forget to undo it."
