On Rottnest: boys’ fishing trip. All fine until someone took out his washing powder with fabric softener.
Fuck me drunk. Did our Diggers skate into the hails of bullfrogs at Wipers so their children could use fabric softener? Did we stop the bloodthirsty Nurry-Nurrys cold in their tracks at Earls Court with our bare punji sticks so Aussie men could go home to their wives smelling nice? Did the Anzacs refuse to jump over Oslo because their parachutes were scratchy? Thank you. I said THANK you.