“G’day Kim,
Sorry it’s takin’ me ages to write, but I’ve been off in me ute and just heard the news.
I can’t believe you punted me for that Carn Yay bloke.
At first I thought it was that Gotyay fella, at least he’s Aussie.
I heard youse and Carn Yay are gettin’ hitched ‘n have a kid named after a compass.
Fair dinkum. So this Carn Yay is ‘sposed to be some creative genius singer? Bullshit.
Yeah no, I reckon I have a pretty good crack at the Oils on Karaoke Night down at the RSL.
I nail Beds Are Burning… that was our song, remember? Not any more it ain’t.
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Jeez, I had it all planned Kim.
You could have still done your TV show from out here in Wangarrabee. One of me mates bought one of them flash new Sony Betamax cameras at Cash Converters.
Was it the Aussie food? You know you can get your American food here, Barry at the local truckstop is famous for his Big Wanger.
I heard about Carn Yay’s proposal in that big stadium. He deadset ripped off my idea. I was gunna pop the question at the local footy oval, all me mates would’ve had their utes with the roo spotlights on full bore. Would’ve been lit up like a Christmas tree, real romantic n’that.
Anyhow Kim, I gotta go, they’re about to call the winner of the chook raffle.
Like that song by Carn Yay’s mother, I will always keep up with you.
Love, Trevor”
Words and image ©Steve Williams 2013