Special visitors
My close friend Tiger Bayles called me to arrange for a group of 20 Aboriginal students from Weipa to come down to Zinc 96 and have a look at the radio station.

“In fact,” I said, “why don’t you make a day of it, we’ll do UnderWater World then take them to Fisheries on the Spit for some Mooloolaba prawns and a sit on the beach and on your way home you can all stop in at Australia Zoo for a couple of hours."

The kids arrived at 8.30am in the morning and seemed way more interested in staring at the traffic that they had never seen, than actually entering the radio station.

When we interviewed them on air they were a little hesitant and just a tad shy.

From there it was off to UnderWater World, who I must say were absolutely wonderful.

None other than Julie Cullen, the general manager, personally took them on a tour of the facility with a special behind the scenes look at their turtle recovery program.

I was amazed at their excitement with lots of giggling, screeching and pointing.

I said to one of the elders “I find it strange because they live on the water”.

“Yes," she replied, “although we never go in the water up there because of the crocodiles. We’ve never seen it from underneath before.”

Readers
I was in Beach Road, Cotton Tree when approached by a lovely couple Gabrielle and Les Walsh.

“Tell him Les, tell him Les,” said Gabrielle. Les obliged. “The first thing she reads every Saturday in the Daily is your column Jamie.”

“It’s true," echoed Gabrielle, "I think it’s just so normal and everyday.” I took it as a compliment.

Dinner for two
Because I owed my bushy mate “Thummo” a couple of bob, I suggested I pick him up from his bush retreat and take him down to the Rattler Café in Imbil for dinner.

My question was would they still be open. “Don’t worry,” said Thummo, “I’ll give them a ring.”

I picked him up, drove him down there only to find that he’d actually called ahead and “booked” a table for two for himself and the Great Jamie Dunn.

In true country tradition the girls at the Rattler had set a table for two complete with white table cloth, flowers, candle and a sparkler for each of us.

Oh, the guilt
I took a load to the Yandina dump. On the way out, as I wound up the window I noticed a fly had wandered into my car.

I didn’t give it any more thought on my way to Gympie, that is until the Sanky’s Road intersection about an hour down the road as the fly crows when Louis re-appeared, annoyingly buzzing from left to right across my windscreen.

Like every other driver, I wound down the window and ... woosh Louis was gone.

Then it hit me, he won’t know anyone, he’ll have no idea where he is, he’ll probably have to spend the night on some dairy cow's bum instead of at home with his Mrs and little maggots.

The tantrum
I was at the IGA Coolum the other day when a young mum carried out a tantrum throwing two-year-old.

As she went past myself and an elderly lady just to the right of me, the child really let fly with some serious screaming.

The mum disappeared as quickly as she could off and around the corner.

I thought I’d lighten the moment and said to the Nanna, “Ah we’ve all got ‘em at home, don’t we?”

The lovely lavender-clad granny looked at me through her matching lilac-rimmed glasses and said, “If that kid was at my house, it would be getting a kick up the bum!” I thought, charmed I’m sure.