What's in a name? Big Hoss or Big Steve....
If I said that I never really cared about my name, which I doubt I have, that would be because of two things. The first is that when I grew up most people had close approximations to the Bible for names such as Phillip, John, James, Luke, David and Roger and so although I was down the pecking order Stephen was ok. The second was that I rarely heard it. I heard “Shorty”, from my Dad, “Idiot” and “Stink” from my brothers and sister, and either “Longy” or my favorite, “Longschlong” at school, so it didn’t matter. Mum called me Steven, or Kay, or Wayne, or Robbie, depending on what she was doing. Add to this I am a tall blue eyed blonde male that took German in Grade 8, I was comfortable telling everyone my heritage was German and without invoking the Aaryan call (which I didn’t learn about what that even meant until the second year of training at the police academy) I felt superior enough that it could end there. That’s what Toowoomba can do for you. Again, two thing...