I defected from rugby union in Albury to play league for the Albury Blues after a difference with the coach. There were heaps of boongs in the club and I ended up becoming good mates with the hooker who looked the real deal.

After my first game I was sitting on the bench waiting to stop sweating before I showered when about three of them, showered and heading for the bar, stopped, looked at me and one of them said, whats up Donnie, not game to shower with us black bastards?

It is environment that produces the bad un's, colour has no relevance. My kids used to play with an aboriginal family in Bathurst. The household was run by the wife of a lecturer at the uni. There the semblance to us ceased with goats slaughtered in the back yard, five kids on bunks in the garage and a black mark around the walls toddler height. It was a strictly no alchohol house and the kids came from Walgett from assorted parentage but were there for an education.

I asked Phil how he handled sleepovers. He told me that he used to pee outside and wait to get home to crap but they had the best fun. Bit like a zoo

Josh Murray thought I was the bees knees because I told him that if I caught him I would hang him from the hoist in the garage upside down. I did, but had no hood on