When 7 Rang The Grey
Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 2:00 pm
WHEN 7 RANG THE GREY
I was jotting down poetic thoughts and making them my own
when I heard the music jingle on my mobile telephone.
Well you could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard,
“It’s the Channel Seven news room, Grey; we need to have a word.
“Mate we’ve seen your knack for spruiking and relating your bush views,
so you’re bound to be a natural reporting local news.
Bruffy’s won the flamin’ lotto and he rang and pulled the pin
and we’re sure that you can wing it son: we want you to come in.”
Well I couldn’t knock the old mates back - it’s not the Aussie way.
So I asked, “When do you need me like?” A voice cried, “Mate, today.”
Strewth, I thought I’ll need to move all right and took off out the door,
‘cause I had to make some changes to my image, that’s for sure.
I will need to dye the old grey locks and use some perming stuff,
but I’ll leave some grey tips showing; hell they’ll look blonde sure enough.
Oh, I’ll have to get a real bright tie that looks good under lights
and I’ll have to brush some white out on to show my pearly whites.
Then while driving down I’ll practise on my great big Bruffy smile,
though I’ll take the hat and whiskers off they’re not young Robby’s style.
When young Justin does his racing tips amid his sporting news,
he might put me on a winner and I’ll take a flamin’ cruise.
Hell, I’ll have to get my tongue around Olivios flash name;
Bill the weather man’s much simpler, but I’ll manage all the same.
Well I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’d best be on my way.
Hey! The news at six on Seven, with The Goondiwindi Grey.
As I backed out of my driveway beads of sweat sat on my brow,
when the jingle on my mobile rang. I thought … who’s calling now?
So I stopped and grabbed it from my hip and said real cool, “G’day.”
When that voice from Channel Seven had the following to say:
“Grey! I’m glad we caught you just in time. Young Bruffy’s rung, old son.
He was down a number on the draw and so he never won.
So, Grey, thanks for helping out old mate, perhaps another time.”
Darn. I guess it’s back to old bush verse and spruiking ruddy rhyme.
The local Channel 7 televison station has covered a number of stories over the years about Chris and my poetry exploits and news reader Rob Brough does a great job presenting them. Maybe one day my numbers will come up.
From the book Keeping the Culture.
I was jotting down poetic thoughts and making them my own
when I heard the music jingle on my mobile telephone.
Well you could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard,
“It’s the Channel Seven news room, Grey; we need to have a word.
“Mate we’ve seen your knack for spruiking and relating your bush views,
so you’re bound to be a natural reporting local news.
Bruffy’s won the flamin’ lotto and he rang and pulled the pin
and we’re sure that you can wing it son: we want you to come in.”
Well I couldn’t knock the old mates back - it’s not the Aussie way.
So I asked, “When do you need me like?” A voice cried, “Mate, today.”
Strewth, I thought I’ll need to move all right and took off out the door,
‘cause I had to make some changes to my image, that’s for sure.
I will need to dye the old grey locks and use some perming stuff,
but I’ll leave some grey tips showing; hell they’ll look blonde sure enough.
Oh, I’ll have to get a real bright tie that looks good under lights
and I’ll have to brush some white out on to show my pearly whites.
Then while driving down I’ll practise on my great big Bruffy smile,
though I’ll take the hat and whiskers off they’re not young Robby’s style.
When young Justin does his racing tips amid his sporting news,
he might put me on a winner and I’ll take a flamin’ cruise.
Hell, I’ll have to get my tongue around Olivios flash name;
Bill the weather man’s much simpler, but I’ll manage all the same.
Well I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’d best be on my way.
Hey! The news at six on Seven, with The Goondiwindi Grey.
As I backed out of my driveway beads of sweat sat on my brow,
when the jingle on my mobile rang. I thought … who’s calling now?
So I stopped and grabbed it from my hip and said real cool, “G’day.”
When that voice from Channel Seven had the following to say:
“Grey! I’m glad we caught you just in time. Young Bruffy’s rung, old son.
He was down a number on the draw and so he never won.
So, Grey, thanks for helping out old mate, perhaps another time.”
Darn. I guess it’s back to old bush verse and spruiking ruddy rhyme.
The local Channel 7 televison station has covered a number of stories over the years about Chris and my poetry exploits and news reader Rob Brough does a great job presenting them. Maybe one day my numbers will come up.
From the book Keeping the Culture.
