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Men aren't at work?

All I'm saying is:

I wrote this in April - http://thisboguspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/detailed-analysis-of-song-down-under-by.html
The BBC published this a few days ago - http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8178913.stm

I will inform Tristan, my lawyer, when he gets back from his family break in Tuscany.

IS THIS WHAT I PAY MY LICENCE FEE FOR??????
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Anonymous said…
That's pretty eerie man. I would sue and then buy a camera with the proceeds.

Graham
6 August 2009 at 09:27
Alan Connor said…
Ah, but it *is* a true story from about the man in Brussels - or so says the songwriter.

"Hay actually did have a friend who walked into a bakery in Brussels and was attempting to converse in the native tongue when the guy behind the counter explained that he was from Brunswick in Melbourne." - p18, The Sydney Sun Herald, 26 January 2003

I await Tristan's correspondence with interest and amusement.
7 August 2009 at 00:31
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