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The royal avalon society of literature

There are ten of them. We met this morning.

Disaster Dave Rundle, Mike Marylin Mitton, Wazzer the bellyboarder, Jamie the gent, Cookie from Rabaul, The Captain, Stumpy, the other Pete, Nick the wealthy and the man everyone forgot.

They all have a copy of the Bookmaker and have been given a week to read and understand it before handing in their reviews.

This is a big ask. These blokes read a lot of airport novels and always do what their wives ask. In other words, they like it simple. Dave for instance, who’s had the book for three weeks, didn’t follow Otto. Which means he’s buggered from the outset. Otto being the key.

Wazza is up to page three and asked me what a certain word meant. What word? Asks I, always ready to assist. Can’t remember he sez. Wazza has a lot of salt water between his ears.

Stumpy wants to know why there are so many characters. I look around the table, see ten no-hopers all in a row, tell him to pull his head in.

‘This is Australia’s most profound mystery,’ I say, ‘and here it is all figured out for you.’

‘Bullshit,’ says the other Pete, ‘ how can a dill like you figure it out when all you do up there on the coast is sit on your arse, smoke bushy and scratch tick bites?’

Hard man, the other Pete, has three ex-wives to support and isn’t allowed into the Ballina Slipway hotel for six months for being uneccessarily unruly every time South Sydney loses a match, which, by the way, is a bit too bloody often these┬ádays.

Nick the wealthy is about to leave for a month in Italy, the betting is he won’t get any further inland than the Naples girlie bars and will leave the book in the aircraft unread and splattered with Emirates first class coffee. Untidy is Nick, drops money everywhere, that’s why the girls like him.

The Captain is new in town and the rumour is he’s had a proper education. This could be a worry until you see him pile four teaspoons of sugar into a short black. He’ll knock the thing off in a day and forget all about it by the next. Gospel.

Jamie just takes notes of the conversation, the eight teeth he had removed last week means he lisps and nobody wants to hear that in a man.

Only one bloke didn’t get a copy, I forgot the man everyone forgot.

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Avalon, after the rockfall.

One Comment Post a comment
  1. ellen #

    Then they will just have to read the sequel….

    August 18, 2017

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