They didn't see a lot of each other over recent years, but Singo and Larry had a lifelong bond...two peas in a pod. Whenever they got together mischief, fun and trouble followed.
Larry always seemed to attract clever, fascinating, talented, interesting people around him. I met Steve Mannix at Larry’s place a couple of years ago, and he's penned a tribute song to Larry.
Larry Pickering was laid to rest yesterday. Family and friends gathered on the Gold Coast to hear, and tell, yarns of the larrikin we all knew and loved. Lifelong mate, John Singleton, delivered the eulogy by video (he flew up from Sydney to see Larry days before he checked out).
Our mate, Larry Pickering remained stoic and cheeky to the end. His indomitable, larrikin spirit never left him. Just last week when the docs told his wife, Carol, to let Larry have anything he wanted, he lit up with that irrepressibly irreverent grin. "Really? Anything? Can I have two sheilas, love?"
Stan came from an ethnic minority community. He says he faced racism. So have I. As have millions of others. Stan faced racism as a white man with aboriginal background. I faced it as a wog dago. My surname was a curse, in that it made me a target in the 1970s. I wasn’t ashamed of my surname, but was called all sort of names I can’t repeat here.
HAVE I got a Republic for YOU. Don’t think you need a Republic? Think again! But you’ll have to be quick! I’ll even throw in a set of free steak knives. That’s the dodgy used car spiel being spruiked this time around to pressure YOU into buying a clapped out ‘Republic’ model.