What were these strange three-legged beasts, their black and yellow bodies swarming like angry bees, their horns buzzing incessantly?
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The Sydney skies are storming
We’re going to bed with some dread
How will we get to school in the morning?
Pause and rewind to the music from the 1980s – a time for mix tapes and Michael Jackson, the Walkman and Wham!, rock ballads and Guns N’ Roses…
An endless Bombay summer in the 1980s: mangoes and May flowers, heat and humidity – and a neighbourhood coming together under a blanket of darkness during a power cut…
Attending Sunday Mass as a kid was marked by readings and religious rituals, worship and fellowship, solemnity and piety – and seeing the 11th commandment in action: “Thou shalt sit in the same church pew every single Sunday.”