Could do a prequel back to Hird’s playing days when he first fell in love with doctor ageless, where they would spend the days injecting each other with performance enhancing drugs and made crazy drug fuelled love in the evenings.
Jim and a few mates abused me post 1996 grand final. He was renting a shitty weatherboard in Church st. Parkville. I lived 75 metres away in Manningham st. I partied at Arden st.till late, walked down Melrose, crossed Flemington, into Church. Few * flogs drinking on the porch gave me some stick. Told 'em they were shyte, flipped the bird and doffed my NMFC cap. Great night !