It Always Rains On Anzac Day

The night before Anzac Day I usually pray a bit. That it doesn't rain in the morning. I hate to see the servicemen and women, the marching bands, the kids there in memory of their grandfathers, the diggers, walking down George Street in the rain. Don't rain on their parade, I chant all night to... Continue Reading →

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