Welcome the pommey bastard to God's own Earth.
Tonight I have the pleasure of flying to Perth (in Australia, not the one in Scotland). I had hoped to do a bit of sightseeing, but it now seems that they are sticking in meetings left, right and centre; so I doubt I will have a minute to myself. Life is hard at the top. Back here on Friday evening, so will have to make the most of the weekend.I am flying there with QANTAS (Quickies Available Now in Toilets, Ask the Staff); though, I guess, since my names not Ralph, theres little chance of that; probably more of the Quick And Nasty Typical Australian Service.
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