
Fifty years ago this month – the exact date escapes me – I began a cadetship on The Courier-Mail.
Within a few weeks the new cadets were paired off to do next-of-kin death knocks after the Whiskey-Au-Go-Go firebombing. I was still 17.

Fifty years ago this month – the exact date escapes me – I began a cadetship on The Courier-Mail.
Within a few weeks the new cadets were paired off to do next-of-kin death knocks after the Whiskey-Au-Go-Go firebombing. I was still 17.