During her 50 years as a psychologist, Pam has studied and practiced hypnosis in order to help people with their problems. Her work and research into the fascinating area of self-hypnosis has resulted in an important technique for promoting personal change.

A Night to Remember or Scheherazade Revisited

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A Night to Remember or Scheherazade Revisited

When I was 17 years of age I worked at The Land Newspaper as the secretary to the Managing Editor. I had not been there very long when the Queen Bee, the Editor of the Children’s Page, retired and went to live in Tasmania. I was given the job of answering the Buzzers letters, finding something topical to write about, and invent puzzles and crosswords and funny things. Exciting times!

Robbie, who replaced me as secretary to the Managing Editor, suggested I come along to the regular dance at Seagar’s Ballroom, a rather sleazy dance hall in Liverpool Street near Elizabeth Street.

We met up with some of Robbie’s friends, who I later came to realise could be classified as small-time hoods.

When the time came to leave she said they would give us a lift home. There were eight of us wedged into a large black car. Either it was a Lincoln or that was the name of the leader of the group, or both.

They dropped Robbie at her home in Earlwood and instead of driving to Maroubra began a long journey up north, telling me they were doing a bit of sight-seeing.

I’m not sure how soon I began to realise I was in danger, but it was about the time they started to joke and chortle with lots of sexual innuendo. (More soon)

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.