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Oh my god how I wish I’d seen this in time to post it on St Patrick’s Day with a jig reference.
It works to the tune of “Brisbane Ladies”:
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Queensland drovers
We’ll rant and we’ll roar as onwards we push
Until we return to the Augathella station
O, it’s flaming dry going in the old Queensland bush.
(Accompanied on lagerstick and didgeridoo)
Great Aunt Sophie and I watched the trailer for the Glibney film. I had to restrain her from pulling a Zizek and throttling the laptop.
“It’s the Two Minute Hate,” I said. “Why do they despise him so much?”
“Natural selection,” said Sophie, picking up the broom. “I see Julian on the trampoline, my monkey brain says ‘father of my child’ – and I’m forty years past childbearing. How many women look at David Leigh and think, ‘Good genetic material’? Hold the dustpan.”
Sophie bent down to sweep up the rose petals from beneath the Brighid altar.
“Or Domscheit-Berg,” I said. “Or Alex Gibney.”
“Bill Keller was cute once, but he melted. Too many twenty-seven-course dinners. Even his wife calls him socially autistic. Nobody wants to sleep with these guys, let alone pass on their genes.
“All the females want to groom the young silverback. The loser males gang up on him. It’s monkey business,” she said. “Chimpanzee politics.” Sophie leaned on her broom and looked out the window at the blossoming cherry trees. ” I wish he could see those.”
“Let’s watch the gif again,” I said. “In spite of everything, they can’t stop us bouncing.”
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