Photo: Baz – The Landy, Gumhole Waterhole, Outback Australia
“Can’t be, you sure?”
And every so often I get that old chestnut…
“Are you like a dog and just see black and white?”
Mind you, I’m pretty relaxed about it these days…
Perhaps my dress sense gives me away, after all, there was that matter of the yellow pants I bought all those years ago.
Sensibly, these days I outsource my clothing purchases to Janet-Planet who has a good eye for fashion, mind you she has a naughty sense of humour as well, so I usually get TomO to do a second pass on any clothes she buys me, just in case she’s in a playful mood.
But even that has its limitations as without doubt TomO has inherited his mother’s sense of mischief…
Throughout my school years I always wanted to join the air-force and fly fast jets.
Yes, I know, everyone did, but I really wanted to!
It wasn’t until I underwent the air-force medical that the discovery was made, which went to explaining quite a lot. I only wish they had given me the medical first, rather than have me sit through hours of entrance exams only to stamp that brand new file…
..Talk about being gutted, but I eventually moved on and ended up in the employ of the Bank of New South Wales, licking stamps to put on envelopes…
And speaking of my banking colleagues.
I did manage to give them a good laugh when I came home with an old Holden Station Wagon.
Not that there was anything wrong with having an old Holden…
But a pink one?
It was unique…
I was living in a small country town in Northern Australia and I’d had my eye on that car for a long time and couldn’t believe my luck that it hadn’t been sold before I saved enough money to buy it.
I swear that car was yellow, such is the vagaries of a colour-blind!
But hey, I wore that car like a badge and there was no missing it at the Mareeba Drive-In on a Saturday night…
But my colour deficiency did motivate me to thumb my nose at the air-force, give them the
bird, so to speak, not that they shouldn’t have rules about colour deficiency, that sounds perfectly reasonable to me, but I wasn’t going to let it beat me either.
“After all, adversity is just a stepping stone to success, right…? It only gets the better of you if you let it and there was no way this would hold me back, ever…”
I’ve enjoyed a successful career with the bank, 42-years worth…
Ah, no, I’m not still licking stamps, but thanks for checking!
And I went on to fly my own plane.
It wasn’t quite a fast-jet, but hey nothing wrong with pretending sometimes. And when I tired of sitting in the pilot’s seat, I swapped the plane for a parachute and jumped out of them – until I broke my bum in a mid-air incident (but that is a story for another time).
But strewth, I’ll tell you a funny thing, odd as it may seem I didn’t like the colour of the plane I owned, so I repainted it…go figure!
Photo: Baz – The Landy, Paroo River, Outback Australia