'Course When I Come Here This Was All Scrub
Welcome to the time when there were three houses on the other side of Nathan Street, and StocklandNathan Plaza was an open paddock with a homestead in the middle, but there was more to this apparent wilderness than met the eye.
A few years down the track, I encountered a guitar-playing national serviceman named Trevor Bailey, who seemed to be fond of quoting some old codger.
'Course, when I come here, this was all scrub.
At least, I assumed that was the phrase's origin: Trevor was from somewhere down south; the encounter (assuming it actually happened) must have been in town somewhere. The question was, where? A pub seemed like a safe assumption. Where else would a twenty-something army bloke run into such an individual? So, which pub?
It didn't take long to figure out that there were four possibilities. You might be inclined to add a fifth or a sixth, but the keywords were when I come here and all scrub. I figured that we were looking at a location that was developed or developing and a time frame that probably extended back before the war, possibly back to the twenties.
