I spent a lot of time at a mate's place in Liberty Parade when I was in my mid teens. I was amazed at how quickly the word spread that I was from Coburg. We'd be wandering the streets and 3 or 4 Sharpies would approach and grunt, "You're the Coburg boy?" before stalking off. It didn't encourage any interest from the local girls though ... and that was probably a good thing.
I survived unscathed, apart from the mental scars
I survived unscathed, apart from the mental scars
“Why don’t you knock it off with them negative waves? Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?” Oddball

