Yeah, it's a generation thing sure enough; from about 16 to upwards of 30, they can rabbit along as though their first breath was forever going to be their last... especially the sheilas out of the cities.
Some townie sheilas have more bloody rattle than the grey blitz waggon. And you want to see what they daub on their face.... Geezus.
It’s all like a show to them... they get the war paint on and then come out giving more throat than a huntaway pup. And some of them tend to grin a bit with it too; if you notice.
It’s not the full on ‘Ring of confidence’ grin, more like a little ‘you should be enjoying what I’m saying’ sort of a grin... and maybe you would be, if only you could make out one sentence from another, let alone word from word.
May be they’re in some sort of training for auctioneers, or very deceptive law clerkesses (...see how I’m starting the New Year orf being politically correct... sheilas are ‘clerkesses’ eh... blokes are clerks.) or maybe used car sales sheilas; could be there might be a secret society out there practising ‘rapid speech’ because that’s what the invaders are going to speak; when they get here. Then those with ‘rapid speech’ will all be saved and us poor buggars who can only mumble along with the bush drawl, will become slaves and servants to the ‘rapid speech’ mob and be destined forever to live without ever knowing what the boss is talking about. There’s some De ja Vue in there somewhere.
Anyway... seeyouallwhenthecrossturnsover
...croc
P/s... Er... oh yeah, ‘Advice’... Take my advice and don’t take advice.
