I remember when I was very young, that there was supposed to be a tsunami in Adelaide. So our Premier at the time, Don Dunstan, went out to Glenelg Jetty to prove to the good people of my fair city that there was nothing to worry about and if there was, well, he'd be the first to go down in a blaze of glory. While wearing a lovely salmon-pink safari summer suit, so short shorts and short sleeve jacket. Lovely.
So my father, in his wisdom as a true conspiracy nut, decided to ship the women and chillens (mum and me) up to the country in a vaguely WWII-esque plan of saving us. We went up into the Adelaide Hills to stay with my grandmother who was living in Stirling at the time. Which is... dun dun dun... half an hour's drive by very slow bus from the center of the city.
Needless to say, there was no tsunami and Adelaide and its jazzily clad Premiere did not go down in a blaze of blue sea water and creatures from the deep. But it did give mum and I a nice little weekend away in the country, and dad a weekend of planning for the Apocalypse.
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So my father, in his wisdom as a true conspiracy nut, decided to ship the women and chillens (mum and me) up to the country in a vaguely WWII-esque plan of saving us. We went up into the Adelaide Hills to stay with my grandmother who was living in Stirling at the time. Which is... dun dun dun... half an hour's drive by very slow bus from the center of the city.
Needless to say, there was no tsunami and Adelaide and its jazzily clad Premiere did not go down in a blaze of blue sea water and creatures from the deep. But it did give mum and I a nice little weekend away in the country, and dad a weekend of planning for the Apocalypse.
In 1979.