How Wayne has changed!

Once a blood nut from the back streets of Queanbeyan, even before Jerra was a sister city, Wayne Spratford was as Queanbeyan as a boy could get.

His Dad owned a motor bike shop; he played footy for the junior raiders; smoked Winfield blue; and wore ugg boots and a flannel 12 months of the year. He rented a unit just off the main street, but didn't pay rent; he was lucky. Just after the double murder he struck up a deal with the landlord/ Jo's dad; "look after my daughter and don't let her mess up, and you can have the flat".

That was a long time ago. Wayne learnt how to read and write and ended up marrying that pretty little girl called Jo. He sold his ute, moved to Rivett, and bought him self a house. He has thrown away his Queanbeyan dress code, his Queanbeyan ways: in fact, he rarely steps back over the border. He now hires a baby sitter instead of the "packet of chips and a red lemonade rule" that still exists today.

The new QM has promised free beer and schnitty. Not for Wayno. He will be in Rivett, drinking Chi Tea and grazing on char grilled asparagus.

Preston says that Resches refreshes. Wayno says that local draught beer makes him pass wind.

Oh, how times have changed!