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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Lost in the outback

Talking to Nugent, who works in the council one-stop-shop over on The Strand in Senebene, he tells me of an incident they had yesterday.

"We had these two Aussies come in. They'd travelled over from Leicester because they needed to go to the Australian Embassy. They'd walked all around the housing estate but couldn't find it."

It's a measure of the fearsome reputation of the average Australian that they'd wandered round Senebene unmolested. Nugent gently pointed them London way.


Gadjo Dilo said...

Ha, they can find their way through jungles full of crocodiles and deadly snakes, but they can't find their way to London!! Peasants. (Bonza peasants, albeit.)

Mrs Pouncer said...

Gadjo! My mother is Australian, and a more refined, cultured and accomplished old harridan would be hard to find. I believe I have inherited her finer traits.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Was she Dame Edna Everage, by any chance, Mrs Pouncer? And I mean that kindly - I yield to none in my admiration of the housewife superstar from Mooney Ponds.