Kesh used to have a crush on me, back when I worked at General Pants in Castle Hill. I had electric blue Tsubi (yes, ksubi was tsubi back then) Dee Dee’s strapped to my pins with a suitably bright Bonds singlet barely holding itself together.

Not ‘cos I bought ‘em too small. Just cos my muscles were so huge. That’s right, hey Kesh?

I also had a mullet and a mow hawk, all at once. All I can do is pray our children have Kesh’s fashionable tastes. Mine are quite undesirable…

We are church going people. And this is how we look when we go to church (no mullets in sight).

Kesh, getting her pose on.