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‘Life’s a cow of a thing!’
a stage play by Bill Reed and Ron Edwards.
You can take five locals virtually locked out of their Outback pub by a bunch of city-slickers up from Sydney who, deep into the grog, start offering money for the best local yarn. You could take it that these five, gathered around Pop, are used to being virtually locked out of their pub even in the best of times, and have their own jealously-guarded places out on the back porch. So you might wonder why they are resentful this day and also why they have their backs up this day.
The answer to all that resentment is being actually physically kept out from their local by the poofy city-ites. The answer to the second part… why are they being more cheesed off than a man could come at… is that the bulldozer is coming in tomorrow to tear down their beloved drinking-hole. It’s not the extra walk to the next pub as you might think; it’s the principle of the bloody cow of a thing. If that wasn’t shouse enough, it’s that their own mate is going to be driving the bulldozer in an act of the ultimate cultural destruction a bloke could shake a stick at.
And if that wasn’t enough to get on a bloke’s rooster, the cold beer’s running out on this last of all days because of the great gutzing of the city slickers inside. How about that for coming the ruination of the environment? To come the raw prawn worse, our five are running out of the wherewithal to keep even the bottle stash for tomorrow’s breakfast sacrosanct from desperate hands.
It’s obvious as to what must be done: that tenner being put up inside for the best yarn has to be collared.
‘You’ll hear shaggy dogs, yarns and bullsh as old as the hills and as warm as an outhouse’s brick. A warm, hilarious Australian evening for everybody. ‘ The Playbox Theatre