dear cog what not . . . .. you remind me of a true little story told by a Qantas pilot who was based in PNG straight after the war. In Port Moresby near the airfield called Jacksons there was a bar where a good cross section of the mainly white community would cram in for a drink after work. Definitely a pretty rough place, known as 'The Snakepit'. A doctor who enjoyed the company there was part Maori, name of Tony. One time there a blue Bonds athletic singlet wearing labourer came up to Tony and said gees doc what can I do about this blasted prickly heat? Tony says listen I've had enough of you bludgers always after a free consultation. Put your quid there on the bar and then I'll tell you. Bloke does just that then looks Tony in the eye,. .. . well doc what can you tell me? Tony, pocketing the note says -
Scratch it. Just like I do.
(Told by retired 747 skipper Ron Roberts of Sydney)