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Sydney Morning Herald
08-08-2025
- Entertainment
- Sydney Morning Herald
Want to give great advice to your loved ones? Try these three words
While I've really been enjoying all those social media snaps of you jammy bastards in Europe over winter – none of us have been to Italy before or seen captions like 'La dolce vita' on 'candid' laughing-while-walking down a lane photos, so cheers – somehow, who knows why, I've been avoiding looking at my feeds. Things like cleaning out the third drawer down, having the dog's anal glands checked and watching And Just Like That... without being stoned seemed preferable to bearing witness for the zillionth time to the exploits of ye holidaymakers. But eventually curiosity slash masochism won. Did a quick scroll with one eye closed to block out boats or floral baskets at UK pubs. And found an absolute banger post. Along with my previously mentioned passion for Dr Pimple Popper videos and posts from Bicheno Stories, I really like a Facebook account called Memory Lane – Growing Up in Australia. Expect massive nostalgia: Blankety Blanks, questions about whether anyone had a Sandman, death-trap billy carts, that terrifying wooden gym vault from 1970s PE classes, the sharpie dance, people piercing ears with a needle and ice cube. Liquid Paper. Big Tooth chewy. A mention that this week in 1974, Good Morning (How Are You?) by the Moir Sisters charted. One terrific post had a giant costume cigarette mascot called Mr Cig visiting hospital patients to hand out free durries in 1948. The post that caught my eye this time was a question: 'You meet your 18-year-old self. But you're only allowed to say three words. What do you say?' The answers offered up obsessed me for about an hour. I love you. Buy real estate. Enjoy the ride. Save your money. Cherish your parents. Don't do it! Trust your instincts. Work in tech. Do not settle. Leave the country. Don't people please. Don't have regrets. Keep your Monaro. Get out more. Run baby, run. Work two jobs. One clear theme also emerged. 'Don't get married' was everywhere. One woman called Jacqueline got more specific: 'Don't marry Lee.' Lee, thoughts mate?
The Age
08-08-2025
- Entertainment
- The Age
Want to give great advice to your loved ones? Try these three words
While I've really been enjoying all those social media snaps of you jammy bastards in Europe over winter – none of us have been to Italy before or seen captions like 'La dolce vita' on 'candid' laughing-while-walking down a lane photos, so cheers – somehow, who knows why, I've been avoiding looking at my feeds. Things like cleaning out the third drawer down, having the dog's anal glands checked and watching And Just Like That... without being stoned seemed preferable to bearing witness for the zillionth time to the exploits of ye holidaymakers. But eventually curiosity slash masochism won. Did a quick scroll with one eye closed to block out boats or floral baskets at UK pubs. And found an absolute banger post. Along with my previously mentioned passion for Dr Pimple Popper videos and posts from Bicheno Stories, I really like a Facebook account called Memory Lane – Growing Up in Australia. Expect massive nostalgia: Blankety Blanks, questions about whether anyone had a Sandman, death-trap billy carts, that terrifying wooden gym vault from 1970s PE classes, the sharpie dance, people piercing ears with a needle and ice cube. Liquid Paper. Big Tooth chewy. A mention that this week in 1974, Good Morning (How Are You?) by the Moir Sisters charted. One terrific post had a giant costume cigarette mascot called Mr Cig visiting hospital patients to hand out free durries in 1948. The post that caught my eye this time was a question: 'You meet your 18-year-old self. But you're only allowed to say three words. What do you say?' The answers offered up obsessed me for about an hour. I love you. Buy real estate. Enjoy the ride. Save your money. Cherish your parents. Don't do it! Trust your instincts. Work in tech. Do not settle. Leave the country. Don't people please. Don't have regrets. Keep your Monaro. Get out more. Run baby, run. Work two jobs. One clear theme also emerged. 'Don't get married' was everywhere. One woman called Jacqueline got more specific: 'Don't marry Lee.' Lee, thoughts mate?
