PAGE EIGHT --Walk Of Fame.
I love it when people write their name in wet cement, and in North Ryde whenever you see wet cement, it's your duty to grab a stick and make your mark.
Who are the Brendo and Jebo? no doubt, some local youngin's who saw their opportunity and grabbed it! They're probably gods amoungst their mates- hero's who have cemented their place for as long as the footpath lasts.
Even little toddlers want to get in on the act and be known around town. Sure they can't write yet, but that doesnt mean they can't add something of permanence to the sidewalk.
I think a little bit of thought went into this piece of roadside graffiti. Who would be crazy enough to write something as lame and as pointless as 'good times, noodle salad'? I bet it was some drunk fool who decided to seize an opportunity of petty vandalism.
(I'd give you the address of where to find this masterpeice of shlock, but i'd rather not have hundreds of sight see-ers in my front yard ;)
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