Nan’s so TANKED with excitement about the ‘GAZE’ arty farty exhibition she’s like a Kangaroo loose on a tennis court. With more zest than a boiled choko, she’s getting tizzied up for the opening bash. It’s Mardi Gras so she wants to stand out like a country mile in a ripe new polyester frock, and O’Sullivans is the ONLY place to go. Fossies has closed in Cairns.
Then she’s off to the local hairdressers “Knob Kutz” for a classy new doo. She’s also making her “fuel injected” fruit punch and a platter of “traffic lights” as horsederves for tomorrow’s soirée. Busy Busy Busy.
With all cylinders blazing, Pop is on a roll. With the real-state gig and now the gallery gig, their flushed enough to have Ham and Pineapple steaks back on their regliar menu! Betty Crocker’s not a shade of grass on Nan.
Pop’s so art farty Mardi Gras “GAZED” he’s walking around squirting out art quotes he’s looked up in the Webster Encyclopaedias.
Mardi Gras is always razzmatazz, Pop knows Nan will be flittering about the opening, sipping the free bubbles dancing with any cute queen while swanning around with her platters of sort after “traffic Lights”. She can be such a fag hag!Pop really loves watching Nan having good time, somehow he always ends up cornered yarning with some green peace dykes and Nan has to rescue him.
Nan and Pop can’t wait till tomorrow.