I don't know where to start.
There was a weekly magazine which started in 95 and I think died in 96, which really only focussed on who won. Can't remember the name of the bloody thing, and I kept them for a while, but stupidly decided to turf them when I moved interstate. I used to buy it on a Thursday ( which was when it came out ), and would go to the pub for a counter meal after the gym and read it from cover to cover every Thursday night. Often I was the only one in the restaurant, and because I was so regular, sometimes my meal was ready waiting for me...I did have the hots for the waitress as she used to wear the shortest skirt known to man...but I think her face was kind of ordinary.
Anyway, since the mag really only focussed on who won, I bought all but two issues that year.
So I guess my favourite memory of the 95 GF is reading story after story on Rice, Manton, Kouta, Ang, Whitehead, and so on, in the pub on the following Thursday, and then at walking down the street at lunch the next day, past the pub, the sun shining, a big smile on my face, and thinking, life can not possibly get any better than this.
I was right.
Oh to be young again. I get what TBM is on about.
