I met a famous man at a bus stop in KARAMA.
He was famous, because his photo was in the magazines at Woolworths,
And his face was on the tele-vision every night.
He was even on the side of the bus,
Like the actress from Sex in the City was,
Until she left New York for France.
I had never met anyone fame-ous before.
He was meant to be a visionary, a sooth-sayer, a harbinger of wisdom,
A man who thinks and advises Oprah about the future and other things,
Like angels & networks.
I did not want to let on,
That I recognised him, and so I tried not to stare.
But it was kind of impossible.
I had read ALL his books. I bought them from Amazon.
They had flown all the way from the UK to DARWIN. It took 3 months.
Still, I tried not to notice him.
But,
It was now obvious that he suspected something ...
He knew, that I knew, that he was famous. So we both knew how lucky
I was, to be in the presence of someone as distinguished and important
As HIM.
Then he looked at me and said;
"Fancy a shag?
If you want to SHAG, just say it. We could go back to my motel room,
If you want a shag. I shag. So, do you shag?
How long has it been since you had a shag?
Just say it
Just say it
Do you shag, then? Just say it. Soooooo, how long has it beeeeeen?
I mean, since you've shagged?
You are single aren't you? So, do you want to?
I could do you, he said, I could really do you.
Do you?
Do you?"
I looked bored, the way one does, when standing in a bank-que.
"Actually," I replied, "in Australia a shag is a black bird on a rock."
