Nan hates the bloody local macramé club (what was she thinking) – she never thought she’d use her macramé to kill! “Bunch of old whiney goon bags if you ask me. I mean fair suck of the saveloy, you can’t even drink a shandy there – club rules… it’s enough to drive a body beresk!”
Meanwhile, Pop gets on a roll after swinging the clubs around the Paradise Palms golf course. Later at the clubhouse, with a few shandies under his belt, Pop talks himself up as a real-estate mogul… and actually scores a real job! His polished brogues have finally paid off…
“Darl you’ll be as popular as a rattle snake in a lucky dip”
“Nan, may your chooks turn into emus and kick your dunny door down!”
After hitting a birdie (a cockie actually) back at the clubhouse, and “full as a centipede’s sock drawer” with shandies; Pop gets the wind in his sales while yacking to the local real-estate agent – a hooker in fact. Next thing law and behold Pop’s scored himself a bloody paid job – selling homes in the area!
“Pop, I always knew you’d end up working as a hooker”
…and so “Pop’s Pick” emerges on the Cairns real-estate scene – like never before.
It all gets super chummy round the table at the golf club, and a tipsy hooker signs up for “Pop’s Pick” on the dotted line.
“Pop – I’m bloody flabbergasted. You’ve actually got a paid gig. It’s Iced Volvos every night!”
And it was just like that….. Pop decided to print up a batch of holiday snaps in his home lab and marches off to the TANK Gallery in Cairns. He couldn’t possibly think they’d get into an exhibition, but then again who thought he’d be flogging real-estate!
“Gosh can it get any better than this Nan?” “…Pop there’s always tomorrow!”