"Don't clap. . . .
. . . . throw money", was the suggestion I made after fluking the only greaser of the trip, back at Mascot after a twelve day "Bill Peach" charter. On top of that the whole 52 of us on board the old Frugal-liner were now on the best of terms and sad that this period of enforced sociability was ending. (Something about an aerial trek, and the company involved, that a bus tour pales against in comparison, even though you may mimic Henry Higgins and say that "this upper class distinction, by now should be antique".)
Re: a post on 22nd April from rearwhelsteer888 ". . . sexual prowess", unquote -
more likely a dose of the clap from sexual EXCESS, I'd say Cock, if I may be that
familiar.
Laikim Liklik Susu - oh, but you are an "arsey bastard" and sorely in need of
of 'banis bilong susu". (Send me a
PM and I'll tell you a tale of the first time, as a tadger, I
ever heard of New Guinea
and pidgin and 'susu' from the first white woman to fly
into Telefomin the day the strip was finished.)