The Shaggin' Waggin, slightly R rated.

This is GM Holden panel van. It is called a Sandman. This may or may not be the original decoration and writing. Chrysler Valiant also made a similar one, but I can't recall the name. I don't believe Ford made one.

I have not seen one for years, so I snapped this with my phone while I was waiting for a bus.

Panel vans were terribly popular with virile young men in the country where I grew up. Some had some very 'tasteful' curtains on the side and rear windows and many had mattresses in the back. The mattress in the back was not for their children to sleep on when on a picnic or other such outings. Most van owners were childless single men.

A respectable mother would never allow her daughter to go out with a boy who owned a panel van. The vans were often adorned with slogans such as, 'Don't come a knockin' if the van is rockin'. Panel van sounds so utilitarian, so the name Shaggin' Waggin came into vogue. I believe you UK folk would know the word, but for my US readers, well one, shagging means doing the business.

In my almost straight teen days, I had a friend mate who owned one. He was quite nice looking, very charming, quite well endowed and his touch of aboriginality gave him a slightly exoctic appearance. He had no problem 'pulling a bird' to have a nap with in the back of his shagging wagon. I know he was well endowed as it seemed back then that straight males liked to take other straight males' clothing off and give their gonads a good hard squeeze. So you could say I have been intimate with him. While I thought this clothe stripping and squeezing of a chap's gonads was a very odd thing, I enjoyed watching and participating in it immensely and recalled it every night for some weeks afterwards. Interesting how the victims usually 'barred up'.

His mother was an exotic divorcee Cabaret worker, in the Cabaret kitchen washing dishes. Every night after work she would sit at her kitchen table and hold court and have a few drinks. Invariably after a few drinks, we would smell hair burning as her cigarette made contact with her very frizzy hair. If she had a particularly bad night, and henceforth more drinks than usual, we would pick her live butts up from the laminex table. One table can only so many burns take.

I saw this guy about ten years ago at Fountain Gates shopping centre McDonalds on the Princes Highway. He would have been a good few years older than me, but he was holding his looks well and still looked sexy. Alas he did not see me, and I did not see him, as we do. There would be nothing to say, except hi, this is my mate R and we root each other. This would clearly be going much further than holding a bloke's gonads.