Archie Moore: Daze of our lives
You grew up in a dry, flat and hot land way out West. It seemed to you the furthest out West you could get but this place is only 297 kilometres west of Brisbane. The earliest memory you can recall is of a kindergarten friend relinquishing their golden glitter‑encrusted, cardboard crown in an exchange for your broken one and quite possibly to stop you embarrassing yourself—AND EVERYONE ELSE!—who just wanted to get on with the Christmas play.
