Everyone has a smell, taste or sound that is guaranteed to trigger evocative memories from their childhood.
For some, it’s the smell of the beach, from Summer holidays past when the whole tribe would pile in the
Today I encountered a new one.
My family and I are currently on a short sojourn in the wilds of Williamstown
Today, in order to keep the young Fadlets happy, we took a quick trip completely across the city to go and ride Puffing Billy. It’s a steam train, my son loves Thomas the Tank Engine – too easy.
I spent the first seven years of my life in
Sitting on the window sill with my legs hanging out the window watching the scenery chug by was great. Memories of doing the same with my family started flooding back - particularly of Dad dropping us off at the station with Mum and then magically appearing in the car to wave to us at every crossing.
Then, it happened. A fucking cinder in my eye… and another!
Fuck! Get it out!
This was the trigger of which I speak. Suddenly, the real memories shouldered their way in, pushing the other, nicer ones out of the way. The only REAL reason we ever went on Puffing Billy was for my parents to lull us three boys into a false sense of security before dropping us off in Emerald with the bogan relatives from hell, so they could spend a week in
I now remembered… God, I remembered!
So fuck you Puffing Billy! And your fucking Thomas the Tank Engine sales points!!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my first TSFKA outing.
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I particularly liked your debut post, Fad, because it fits so nicely into the general philosophy of the blog: having a good fucking whinge about shit.
Lovely.
I enjoyed it too. The way it turned from sweet nostalgia to fuck you in the blink of a cindered eye.
I've got to say, I was very impressed that you can still sit on the window ledge of the train with you arms and legs out the window. I was sure that would have been canned by the fun police by now.
And your fucking Thomas the Tank Engine sales points!!
Amen to that, comrade.
We took The Boy on his first Puffing Billy some months ago and he spent the entire ride up and the entire ride back whinging about the Thomas toys he saw in Belgrave.
Nice post too.
I LOVE Puffing Billy. I even love the the routine of having to pick the soot out of my hair afterwards. I like the noise it makes. The one downside: The shit coffee at the end of the ride. That kiosk is rubbish.
And yes, a good post Fad. You should do more. I have nothing to say, ever, and manage to post here regularly.
Wait until you have a pre-schooler with a Thomas fixation, Pers.
Nice post, Fad. I remember Williamstown. I remember a depressing looking water-edge (was it a beach?)and my dad talking about back in the day when he was a seascout
I still remember the smell of my schoolbag from grade 1.
Was it a 'TAA - The Friendly Way' bag?
No, no it wasn't.
Great first post Fad.
Your parents forced you to take holidays in Emerald? That's child cruelty if ever I heard it.
An excellent post Fad. Most excellent indeed. And I thought I was the only one whose extended family were the southern hemisphere's version of Griswald hell.
Plus, I caught the beginning of Thomas the Tank Engine not long ago and they got rid of the normal theme tune. It made me wonder what else they might've changed and I was so scared that maybe Ringo wasn't narrating it anymore that I quickly changed the channel.
Ringo DOES still narrate Thomas the Tank Engine, right? Right?
(If he doesn't, just lie to me. It'll hurt me less.)
The latest Thomas has a much more animated face, with a mouth that moves.
Scared the flying fuck out of me.
Well, that's just silly. Why does his mouth need to move? He's a train for goodness sake. Sheesh. Everyone knows trains' mouths don't move when they talk.
I think the people making Thomas the Tank Engine must be smoking crack.
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