Another Christmas looms upon us and in turn another Wynyard Christmas parade passes us by. I remember my first parade, part of the wynyard marching band, I marched up and down the Main Street amongst drums, trombones, saxophones. Clanging on an old triangle someone rustled up at the last minute as I was not strong enough to hold my proper instrument. The next year I had moved on from music, I was a Boy Scout, I tied some knots for the float (which I was particularly proud of) and secretly hid flower bombs in my utility bag. Unfortunately the tissues ripped on a fishing hook and filled my bag with flower. That night mum and dad went to Debs for drinks and I fell asleep on an outside rug, Australian crawl in the background. The scouts was a two year haul, second year I got to take my fishing rod on the back of the float, it was a really good one I got from Agfest. Grade seven I was too cool for Christmas parade, I played a tony hawk demo on the playstation whilst the family were out. I thought I might be getting the full game from Santa, I looked around in the cupboards but found nothing. Grade eight mum had me dress up in a carrot costume (full body thing, little mesh hole to peak out of) I gave the finger to some older kids, they were real mad but never found out it was me. Grade nine I had stubbornly learnt how to ride a unicycle after seeing my girlfriend at the time ride one, I couldnt have her doing something I couldnt. Some skater kids threw lollies at me really hard and I fell off. The girlfriend left me in the new year. Grade ten I got smashed on red bears at guttos park with some of the kids I gave the finger to as a carrot. Was real worried about getting in trouble so sat in the cubby house at my old primary school for several hours until I could walk without falling over, I think mum still smelt the red bears. Grade eleven I hit the bottom pub, all the men were scary and I saw Sarge (man with no arms) drink ten pints through a straw. Grade twelve I was a big hotshot radio announcer, I watched the parade from the studio window whilst blasting the best hits from the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s and now. I let a friend into the studio later on the night and he said shit cock on air but no one minded. We played a Cyprus hill song and a truck driver rang up and said it was crap. 2014, Mick Davies attended the Wynyard Christmas parade and let me know over Facebook. I found this on youtube and everything came flooding back. Merry Christmas everyone, thank you for being sick and shit. X
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 10:49:46 +0000