Hahaha... at the end of 1972 (when I finished school) I left Australia and went back to my home country... England. Just for six weeks, in my parents' vain hope that I'd get it out of my system.
My family had been on the far side for about three years. I had trouble with it from the start.
Anyway...
I and my English schoolfriend Susan went to a pub, and we drank, and we drank, and we drank
and when it was Susan's turn to buy a round
she went up to the bar
and the barman told her:
"Your friend won't get out of here on her own legs"
and Susan, she tossed her head and said: "''Course she will. She's Australian."
Susan lives in Tasmania now, while I'm in leafy Berkshire.
