Some moments in life sneak up on a man, some moments arrive with full fanfare and trumpets and some arrive as an afterthought via text from Joel.

Brunswick secondary college has been a home away from home for too many years to count on your hand, unless you’re Loretta Samson, who had a weird growth beside her thumb that she hid under her cardigan sleeve. Loretta also had a brother called paul who fell off the new playground and broke his leg. Coincidence? I think not. The family connection at APISC, has been very strong. Phil’s dad, Phil and then (cousin?) Joel have guided the nannas through the mayhem of Thursday nights for over twenty five years. That’s quite a relationship, and like all good relationships it has had a financial kicker, and like all good relationships we didn’t hold up our end of the bargain. Treat’em mean and keep’em keen.

And so we say farewell. It has a finality to it this time, we’ve split before but always continued the drunken midnight texts. I’m not crying. We can finally remove the APISC toothbrush from the bathroom. It’s over APISC,

Aus Wiedersehen APISC

Say?nara APISC

Adeus APISC

It’s not you it’s us, but really it’s you, because you can’t even negotiate correctly with the cleaning contractor at a Highschool, typical sports administration move. You can’t even be original in your fuck ups. I’m not crying, it’s windy and I get hayfever. Don’t hug me. Don’t touch me, I’m fine, I’ll be fine.

BASTARD !!!