You can swim or skateboard at Indoon (depending on the season), what could be better.
I get all the assumptions around those Quakers, but in my mind the spelling correction ended up as Quackers - you know, those noise making bamboo things we used to take to Derbys for all the Duckers in the Slimers. I guess you could spell them as Kwakkers - they used to be a lot of fun, they really got under the skin of those other knobbers that used to sneak into our games. Almost started a few biffos with that thing stuck in my mouth, but our old security guard at Subi thought they were hilarious - he always came down on my side of things.
One night, before one of our home Derbys, I went out in my backyard to practice a bit. After a bit I noticed that it set off a bunch of dogs in my neighborhood- one after another would start howling away every time I quacked off a few bursts. So I started having some fun with them - quack a bit, go silent for a bit - they started going off their nut over the whole uncertainty of it all. It was a pretty quiet night before we started up, but I think we were all having a bit of fun on an otherwise boring night. One after another they started shutting up, I suppose the just got used to the sounds coming out of my yard. But one bloke, about a block east and a few houses up the road, just couldn't let it go like the others had - he was literally having a spack attack every time I squawked out a new rhythm of quacks for him. It was just me and him and we were having a ball. Then his owner came out and gave him a belting before dragging him inside. I felt bad about that, but I remembered his name (Mitch) from his owner's rage, and roughly where his home was.
A couple of days later I went for an evening walk around to where I thought he was - I took my quacker and gave a brief quack out as I walked up the street. Then I heard Mitch, a few houses up going off at the side gate. I went up and stopped in front and there he was, a nice looking black Lab with his nose sticking through the bars in the side gate. A really nice looking dog, I put my quacker in my pocket and gave him a nod/smile. Mitch's place had an Egirls 2006 Premiership flag flying off one of those home aluminium flagpoles in the backyard. Poor bloke, Mitch was just stuck there, behind bars.
