As the geriatric parent of a 17-year-old boy (I am 60), I am often confronted, amused, amazed, confused and entertained by our clash of cultures. He is, however, a thinker and a lover of nature, knowledge and his mother – and of me, I think. We hang onto back copies of the Monthly; they are in our lounge, our bedroom and our toilet. It is the latter stack that Josef delves into. His succinct endorsement, delivered at the dinner table recently – “There’s a lot of good shit in that mag.” This puts your publication up in the heady ranks of mountain biking and BMX publications. So, for my yobbo apprentice carpenter beautiful boy, I say thanks for the brain food!
Numinbah Valley, QLD