And as if we hadn't just spent 24 hours on a plane.
Fortunately Junior knows how to get to the domestic terminal. He's called Junior because when he visited us in the US people seemed to think he was our son.
- Why are you going to Brisbane I here you all ask, having guessed where it is.
- Well to see.......
Nope - not Scarlet who turned up to find her balloon fest in the park a solitary one....
and forgot about her erm...
Nope - not to steal this platypus seat which would have looked nice in our garden if we had one...
Nope - not to be stalked by matching Floridian pensioners......I saved you the bobby socks and the corned beef legs.
Really............so pleased he has company
And we are beginning to feel it is America with corks on......
There would have been more of Brisbane but did I mention I have a new camera and managed to delete half a day's photo's; there was dragon boat racing, a man made beach and everyfink...anyway you're desperate to know why Brisbane...well really for P to see this
Rugby League - Australian All Stars versus the Indigenous.
The train journey was an excited hum of fans from both sides until a man............. started punching a woman in the head accompanied by..
- I'm nawt a facking ????ist!
I only got the ist bit, so started trying to process the possibilities and came up with
......Papist. I know this was topical but....
So my brain carried on the alphabetic churn (clearly no point in relying on sound) and next came up with....erm....
Rascist. They were both of the same race though she had traces of Waynetta in her best ponytail.....so that seemed unlikely.
"Fortunately" he "kindly" he repeated himself as another punch flew, ponytail bobbled and the penny dropped
Rapist!!!!
P and Junior had their backs to all this, sort of oblivious (scared to turn round).
A hushed silence came over the carriage...I would have said it was out of embarrassment if we were on the 6.45 from Clapham Junction but it's Stralia where they are a bit more direct and so I was mulling over "just what would kick off next" when the mother of all brick lavatories decided to break the silence with:
- Eh mayte, stawp that. Don't yooooo yoooose facking langwidge like that.
- I don't wont my facking keeds eearing facking langwidge like that.
- Think where yooooo are, there's a time and a playce for that kind of behaviour and it isn't heeeeer! You bring shayme on the shirt
Erm,,,,,,what about the fact that he's knocking seven bells out of a fellow human being.....
I thought but didn't say..
And Oh look we've arrived at the station and everyone exits in less time than it takes Skippy to tutt - SOS
Finally the reason we are here - the original Inidigenous team who took the first step to integrated rugby matches
And here is an example of the younger generation.
Proceedings were inaugurated by Indigenous Australia's answer to Joan Sutherland's Brynhildr
But her backing singers don't have helmets and axes
Then the full chorus turned up!
It felt and sounded very much like the Haka but with sharp pointy things....
And after all that we were witnesses to some of the most athletic and balletic sportsmanship ever and no facking voylence at all but then 13 brick lavatories meeting another 13 brick lavatories means you have to have clever moves or it is just a pile of arms and legs.
The weekend of class and culture was topped by observing a penisoner kick off about the organic cafe having
- Poot annions in moy awmlet. Did I arsk yooo to poot annions in my awmlet? Where duz it say there will be annions in the awmlet.....
Followed by watching Junior drink a banana milkshake with Malibu, I was bawking all the way back to Sydney
No comments:
Post a Comment