tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31737397.post2199998196187018533..comments2023-07-28T02:14:26.646-07:00Comments on Davos: Arcadia Hotel, BrisbaneDavoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117559766811174242noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31737397.post-17376162205972994352013-07-08T04:47:55.029-07:002013-07-08T04:47:55.029-07:00I was reminiscing today about the Arcadia. When I ...I was reminiscing today about the Arcadia. When I was at high school we would all meet up there on a Friday night and get drunk for very little, and underage of course. I used to get $10 a week pocket money, and for that I could get just enough gin and squashes (we probably shared jugs), to get silly enough that I would giggle my way home on the Mt Gravatt 189... the last bus left about 11.20pm from the corner of Queen Street. The alcohol would rush through my blood as I made a last dash to catch it. I remember having a crush on a handsome boy named Ford. Funny times.campbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16253155269983998039noreply@blogger.com