Touche, cobber! Just let me tell you about the time Paul Hogan got his digeridoo stuck in a huge cooling vat on my Uncle Bruce's vegemite farm. I was calmly hosing down the family wombat when it happened ... (: The Bowman sarcasm (All Rights Reserved) strikes again! Camille Scaysbrook verona_beach@geocities.com THE ARTS HOLE @ http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/6442 ---------- > From: Scottie Bowman <bowman@mail.indigo.ie> > To: bananafish@lists.nyu.edu > Subject: outback memories > Date: Saturday, 28 March 1998 0:17 > > > I'm amazed at what Camille tells us about herself. I'd hate > to let this become personal, but any Ozzies I ever met were > a quite extraordinary colour - certainly not apricot pink. All of > them, in fact, had this curious earthen tint with white & yellow > streaks painted over their faces. Really rather weird. I've always > found them a pretty embarassing bunch altogether, actually - > not least when they hunker down & start scrabbling around in > the garden, hunting (as I'm told) for ants. > > On one occasion, I remember, a small group we had invited to > a literary evening insisted we all go outside to squat round a fire > they had prepared - & made us listen for several hours to folk > chants accompanied by a somewhat monotonous playing on > their collection of wooden tubes & boxes. This introduction > to Australian culture at its most typical has left an indelible > memory. > > On another occasion, Germaine Greer invited me - with a guarantee > of personal safety - to a man-shredding party. I could see > something was not quite right when GG welcomed me into her hallway > wearing her cork-rimmed hat - & nothing else except a huge panga > swinging from a thong on her hip. No one will be surprised to learn > that I quickly made my excuses & left. > > I yield to no one in my admiration for all native cultures. > At least, in theory. I eagerly await Camille's & Lesley's > confirmation that my experiences with their compatriots from > down under have not been unique. > > Scottie B.