Dad called me to say Gday and tell me a bloke he knows had died.
He was 70 and a lifetime gooner.
Quit a year ago because the doctors told him to.
Blokes son is about my age but I can't remember going to school with him, the older brother used to give me daggers because his ex would chat me (and everyone else).
Wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. I think dad thinks the lad about my age is a good mate.
That was a bit awkward.