Well have you ever heard the like of it in all your born puff?
Yes, its little old me, Pauline.
Ive just had dreadful news. Overheard it really. Shockin stuff. Certainly alarming. Youll never guess. But you know how I hate to gossip. Its not appropriate to go into detail. I dont know what devilish compulsion drives people to huddle into corners with friends and neighbours and blast them with the latest on Mrs Prufrock and the milkman. How many cartons of the stuff does that brazen woman drink? Must be those funny red pills she takes. And how come hes delivering after dear Mr Prufrock goes to work at the customs office? Surely that poor woman deserves some privacy. Its wretched and mean. To say nothing about young Caitlin and that dreadful Scooter that got her up the duff. I blame the parents. And that mangy three-legged dog of theirs.
Anyhooyoull be terribly upset. I know I was. Dreadful, dreadful news. Our Margaret Brinnin from down the road has gone and decided to get married to a foreigner, John Treece from Crookwell. Tap-dancing Jaysus, every man and his dog knows that Crookwell is well over 20km away and this kind of carry on isnt what God intended. I mean hell never fit in here. No way Jose. What will the neighbours say? I feel sorry for the poor bloke. Im not trying to discriminate against the lad but he doesnt belong here and should just stay over there in Crookwell with all those foreigners over there.
Holy Comoly. If a lass goes 20km away to get hitched whats to stop us going 30km or even 40kms! O dear these are uncertain days. It will end badly and if God Almighty had intended us to go that far afield to find a young fella then he wouldnt have given us a shopping mall to sit around in would he now? He could be a gangster or a leper on a terrorist mission. And hasnt he got a shockin accent on him? Cant make sense of hide nor hair of him. I feel sorry for the kidssure theyll never be able understand their own Dad, not that Marge is any great shakes in that department. Doreen says Marge spreads straight from the fridge. You gotta laugh.
But you can bet his relatives will want to visit him and wont we be invaded here at Crookwell Heights from those foreigners down there in Crookwell with that weirdo Crookwell accent so that we wont be able to understand a friggin bloody word that comes out of their mouths and well go crazy and forget how to speak proper good English and wont be able to order a schooner at the local, God deliver us. Whats the world coming to?