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If I'd been shipwrecked in the pacific, picked up by a passing ship and dropped off in australia I'd write a best selling account of my adventures and live off the proceeds.
I wouldnt end up as a glass collector in a notorious speakeasy for gay cowboys in some hillbilly town outside Denver!
when you 'sup on suds' gilly is that a euphamism?
She probably got sick and sobered up for a few days, wondering where the last twenty years had gone, and guessed it must have been Australia because there were empty Fosters cans all over the floor.
You notice she won't come in here and defend herself, how do you defend bullshit?
"Perhaps you can tell me when Newcastle became a ' City'!"
"Newcastle NSW is one road through it and out of it. Its a small town."
"I built a house in Urunga Nsw. Pacific Highway"
"Thats strange what happened to Canberra then ?"
"My Australian daughter born in Balmain (I think thats Sydney - though I couldn't be sure)"
"If you catch a Bondi Tram tomorrow morning"
(There haven't been trams in Bondi since 1960!)
Now she's under the delusion that I have a daughter in Urunga, where she got that from is beyond me, another of her alcoholic mists, I did mention once that I often drove THROUGH Urunga on my WAY to my daughter's house, a LONG way from Urunga, so alcohol probably played a part.
The other delusion she has is that she has 'friends' in Urunga, named Pete and Helen Grainger.
They are, apparently members of the Urunga Bowls Club, and well known around town.
Unsurprisingly though, they are not registered rate payers, not registered to vote, which is compulsory in Australia, and have never been heard of at the Bowls Club.
When you have make-believe friends, and think they're real, it's time to seek help, and dry out!