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Words are like those little polished stones you pocketed as a kid, they speak of the scars you suffered along the way, the loves that strayed and those who stayed. They are the dust on your boots f...показать большеWords are like those little polished stones you pocketed as a kid, they speak of the scars you suffered along the way, the loves that strayed and those who stayed. They are the dust on your boots from the long long road. Here’s where my road has led me.I grew up happily as the fourth generation of my family in The Fiji Islands. I was educated, as a boarder from the age of nine, at Kings School and Kings College in Auckland New Zealand before returning to finish my schooldays at The Suva Grammar School. I lived in London for a while, in a flirtation with the stage. In Australia, I met the girl I would marry but returned to Fiji and to Western Samoa where I also lived for a while. Back in Australia I married Pamela, after she had returned to me from South Africa. We have been married now for over half a century. We have three sons and two grandsons and a granddaughter, in all of whom we take great pride.After a long career in advertising as copywriter, creative director, principal of two advertising agencies carrying my name and a stint as lecturer on the creative process at Bond University, I have now retired from all that and live happily with Pamela right here on the beach on the shores of Queensland’s Moreton Bay. An Australian citizen since 1983, there is a milestone facing north-east in front of our home, down by the water. It reads “Fiji. 2727kms.”показать меньше