THINGS HAVE CHANGED, AND SO HAVE WE.
CASH CONVERTERS CELEBRATING 30 YEARS
If you grew up in the 80s like us, you’ll remember a time when this TV guide only had four channels. You knew it off by heart and you taped your favourites onto VHS. When our cricketers wore yellow but Richie still wore beige. No one giggled when you asked for a Golden Gaytime. And everything was mint.
A lamb roast beat Tom Cruise. Frank and Roo met at Summer Bay before your kids met them on Play School. You stopped for Hammer Time. Wally was The King. Gary Snr was God. And the Cup came to Perth about the same time we opened our first store in Vic Park.
Your hair was business in the front and a party out the back. Jeff loved youse all. You learned the crane kick. Your brother played in a dungeon with dragons. Our most famous redhead was a match. A perfect match was peaches and cream and a coach and team.
Empty soft drink bottles were worth four Sherbies. The April Sun was in Cuba. We all cried when Molly died. It wasn’t a good time to be called Sarah Connor. An extra terrestrial invented the mobile phone. Hypercolour t-shirts brought a rainbow to sweaty armpits.
LPs became CDs. Billy Jean was not his lover. Every mum had a Ken Done Harbour Bridge tea towel. And when you were celebrating Australia’s 200th birthday we celebrated the seventh of our now 768 stores in 21 countries.
Double denim was de-rigueur. If you used words like de-rigueur you were a yuppie and probably ate salads with alfalfa. We all wanted Red to gong ’em. We didn’t start the fire. His name was Inigo Montoya, you killed his father, prepare to die. The cold war defrosted and a wall came down.
Zeus and Apollo chased Magnum. To cut and paste needed scissors and glue. Your wingman was called Maverick, Goose, Ice or Hollywood. Before he was a crocodile he put a shrimp on the barbie. And a fisherman with 50 kilos of crustaceans turned Cash Converters into a ‘prawnbroker’ for a day.
The kids on the block were still new. Your neighbour Madge always fought with Mrs Mangel.
The USA argued with USSR. It was VHS vs. Beta, Sega vs. Nintendo, Madonna vs. Cyndi, Coke vs. Pepsi, Nike vs. Reebok and the Hulk vs. Andre the Giant.
Our PM drank beer, shed tears and called the boss a bum. Another boss was born in the USA. There was acid wash, acid rain and Purple Rain. Queensland was beautiful one day, perfect the next. Johnny became John and was The Voice. You listened to the new FM radio station with a blank cassette in your boom box and the record and pause buttons pressed.
You smoked lolly cigarettes. Unless you lived in Victoria an imported beer was VB. Cops in Miami had no socks. TAA was the friendly flying way. Saturday arvos were spent with Gibbo and Chappelli. An ex- Green Beret got kicked out of town. Current affairs shows actually had current affairs. And the TVs we got in our stores were a humungous 27- inches. You also started saying humungous.
Mrs Marsh always had some chalk. Kylie was a Mole. Someone put Baby in the corner. One dollar was paper then a coin. Princess Leia wore that bikini. State of Origin was an Aussie Rules thing. You didn’t know what was in a Chiko Roll and you didn’t care. You were hungry like the wolf.
You looked in the classifieds for a second-hand 3-in-1 Hi-Fi system. The only winter that was coming was nuclear. Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello and Leonardo were not Renaissance painters. Legs needed warmers, lace gloves didn’t need fingers and shoulders needed pads.
Hannibal, Murdoch and Face were in your favourite team but BA didn’t like to fly. Every school project was copied word for word from the World Book. The Grim Reaper was a 10-pin bowler. Cash was better than a Czech. And if you needed a bit of extra cash, or a great second-hand bargain, there was somewhere new you could go.