Thursday 2 May 2013

Ripper RIP

Well in my own standard unprofessional approach I thought I would tickle the toes of my Sydney hostesses, The Golden Girls, with a bit of 'local' banter to introduce them to the daft laddie. However these girls are as sharp as tacks and quicker than I could say Sheila is a punk rocker, they responded asking if I had just been watching the original Crocodile Dundee. Clearly phrases such as ripper, Sheila, shrimp on the barbi were unfunny in the 1980's and are now consigned to the bin or a Michael Barrymore seaside special show. They have offered to introduce me to Alf Stewart or feed me to the sharks....my choice. Anyway I clearly have to take my A game with me to survive this cosmopolitan challenge.

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