An amazing Minjup event I forgot to mention happened early yesterday morning (Friday 28th).
I was walking through the alleyways that connect the streets here on my morning walk to the Deli for the Oz, etc.
If Minjup were Cambridge (a transformation which I seriously doubt will ever come to pass), Wittgenstein and Russell would call them "the backs".
As things stand, "the back passages" would be more to the point.
Anyhow ... one of said passages runs past the Minjup Shire Works Dept.
Most mornings, it's hungover unshaven hulks dropping concrete septic equip and related stuff by crane ... swearing to buggery and hanging out for the blessèd smoko.
Or else guys in dayglow yellow waiting to take out the gutter-sweeping trucks.
Great working-class blokes to a fault.
We sometimes pass the time of day (7:00am-ish).
This particular rosy-fingered dawn, a sheila drove up in a dark blue late model VW Golf.
Hotted up with mags and spoilers -- the car I mean.
She got out and started to walk/stagger into what passes here as the shire works office.
Let me describe:
About 5ft 10in.
Black trouser suit.
High heels.
Blonde.
Protruberant.
Hair done up like Pebbles in The Flintstones:
Guess what I thought?I'll paraphrase:
"Serious early morning crumpet in Minjup -- WTF?"
Then she hailed the Shire workers on her way to the office.
I don't quite know how to transcribe the accent but let's try this:
"Hah gahs, grand ter see yer th'smornin ... ".
It was obvious that she had been recently transported from an industrial town in Yorkshire.
Huddersfield perhaps or ... worse? ... Sheffield.
At this point, my mind went blank.
Then I imagined waking up with such a voice in my ears.
One (this one) would rather wake up dead!
Isn't prejudice fabulous?
Sledge
