Births and Deaths
It staggered into the world with a few old photos and three little rules, (one of which has been highly respected and sustained). It took a week or two (and a little homework) to work out a few kinks in the otherwise well-oiled machine of friendship and brotherly love that is the SRF, and then our little blog was purring!
Back in the early days we saw the rise and fall of three very mortal SRF institutions- Gabby’s word for the day, Gretta’s traffic report and Bryan’s cracker.
In September, our first two SRF events were philosophically opposed to one another- a sugar filled summery picnic to welcome back a story from our childish pasts and a made-of-meat Viking dinner to say goodbye to one of the dearest friends we’ve made as adults (?! post-adolescents) and issue in the winter of our discontented ladies auxiliary.
The nuggets found each other, found a dodgy new home and the ‘pie-chucker’ was born.
Nostrew kept us in the know with the Australian Idol predictions and count down as halfwit after halfwit waved goodbye to their nerry-to-be singing careers. The month wrapped up with a premature but wonderful festival celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ at the home of Richard, Suzy and Santa Claws.
In other births, a shiny new rock is fastened to Gretta’s finger, Francetastic pops up with news from Paris, Ronnie Johns heralds the start of my little brother’s TV career and little Xavier wriggles into Gretta’s life, another cutie nephew to love.
We lost some great things too, to the giant hall-of-fame in the sky - Maxwell Smart, Inspector Gadget, Big Kev and the ugly French dog. RIP.
