The Bilgola Clown
*An excerpt from Sweet Dreams of Fanta I pull Lizzie in for a cuddle while I sit on the steps of the front verandah and look down at my feet in a pair of double pluggers. I start shuffling them in a Michael Jackson moonwalk dance and sing along. “Just eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it! Get yourself an egg and beat it! If it’s getting cold reheat it!” Lizzie starts barking. Mum stands over my shoulder. “You’re a funny sausage you are.” I look up to see Sam Chambers jog past with