Like many other people I like to
go surfing the 'net just to see what comes up that may well have some meaning
for me.
Well yesterday I struck it lucky,
I came across a site called Bingley Rural, "Good heavens" said I
"have I stumbled onto the Netherfield Park website?" (those that know
me know I'm an ardent Jane Austen devotee and of her 'Pride & Prejudice' especially); but no
such luck.
What did grab my attention though
was a post entitled 'Tyke down under' so I read this load of 'old cobblers'
because that is what it is.
It's written by a man who calls
himself and I quote, a "ten quid pom" to give authenticity to his
tale of self aggrandisement; there is no such thing as a ten quid pom, the
Australians are a bit more poetic than that!
We are "ten pound poms"
(notice the nice ring that has to it), I know because I am one. I landed on the
not so sunny shores at Station Pier Melbourne on a cold wet blustery Saturday, 7th
April 1951, we should have docked two days earlier but the storm raging in the
Great Australian Bight kept us riding it out, outside Port Phillip Heads.
Welcome to sunny Australia.
Back to Tyke down under; he
carries on about many things but one that caught my eye was his rant regarding
the West Australian mining town of Shay Gap.
I won't say that the writer is a
stranger to the truth but I will say he doesn't let the truth stand in the way
of a good story but what he has to say about "Shay" is a figment of
his imagination and to make him look the tough pioneer and 'good guy' to his chums
back home in Bingley Rural.
In fact what he says about Shay
Gap is so much rubbish and codswallop that I've decided to write some posts in
the hope of setting the record straight after the tykes scurrilous attack on a
fine little town and the many men and women like me who lived and worked there.
So for those of you interested
keep watching!
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