Most likely there will be two more books after that, one called TAILS which will be stories written by other old sharpies, and another one called BLUE which will be about sharpie battles, the blokes seem to love the fight stories. I wonder if I will ever publish anything else other than sharpie stories? I just feel this unexplainable need to record as much as possible, before we are not around to tell our stories. Or maybe it is because we have lost two sharpie identities in the last four months and it makes me realise, we are not going to be here forever.
When we all found each other again in early 2009, Don was the organiser. He organised get togethers at the Ferntree Gully Hotel, the Village Green, the 2009 re-union at Young and Jackson's and our trip to Queensland, all in the first year. And it continued on after that. Now we have been friends again for longer that some of us were sharps back in the 1970s.
Don 1977 Melbourne
Chris 1971 Camberwell
Chris was a Camberwell Boy, they knew they were sharpies, but they called themselves 'boys' like most of the local suburban lads. In 1976 I was friendly with the Croydon Boys, a group of long haired local toughs - in some suburbs the 'boys' were sharps in others they were longhairs.
Before I met Chris, I had no idea sharpies existed in the 1960s. Chris was the champion of the 60s Original Sharps, and he was so passionate about them being acknowledged (ranting = passion!) he passed the bug onto me, and I get excited when a new 1960s sharpie finds their way back to our extended family group.
RIP Don and Chris, I hope you are waiting Under the Clocks for us.
