Nan.

 

Getting back to that “Last Supper” thingo…you notice (as have many others) one of the “Apostles” looks remarkably like a woman…well, that’s because she is!…It’s no secret that whenever a group of “alpha-males” gather, there is always one token female allowed into the group. She is there as the “straight- man” for their confabulations (yes..I looked THAT up…)….for their double-entendres, when they say a sexist or vulgar comment and it’s …”present company excepted…” or…”If,’n you’ll pardon my language”….or ” in the company of a lady…” It’s the only way the Alpha M. can have “uncommitted sexual contact” and still be plug-ugly!

Abbott’s front bench has one…I believe..I remember in the coterie of the “Seacliff Hotel Sports and Social Club…inc.” there was one….they called her “Nan”….which is telling…although she was younger than most of them.

The “Seacliff Hotel Sports and Social Club!” used to have a fri’ night happy hour fund-raiser w/ meat-tray and chook raffles, called ; “The Clang-Bang” (don’t ask!!)…and the coterie would congregate at one corner of the front bar and make whoopie…Nan, (who was a hairdresser by trade) would be in the middle on a bar-stool (the “Wheatland st. Madonna”? ) sipping her Bacardi’s and…she sported an enormous blonde Farrah-Fawcett bouffant…so you couldn’t miss her there….

All this went well, until one fateful day, being kept back in the salon tending to a rather demanding ‘blue-rinser’ she was late getting to the clang-bang raffle draw for the chook….her regular number came up, and by the rules stated..; “no claim, no game”..although there was a degree of hiatus sympaticus for the person involved as she quite often professed her desire for “something fowl” ( bring on the guffaws!)…but all debate was silenced by one half-shiggered Jim Tuffin when he took a moment of pause in the conversation to call out slurrily..:

“Ahh, f#ck her!…if she’s not here, it’s her hard luck”…and of course, he was just voicing the feelings of the majority..so away with all sentiment and a re-draw!

Nan, did not take this news well when she arrived all flushed from the hurry and keen as mustard for the night….

“Well f#ck you too” was her parting words and she decamped to the Brighton Hotel, never to darken the doors of the Seacliff again….She was soon replaced by another blonde…they called her “Norah?..Dorah?…” anyway after that blonde woman in the TV. series of the times..: “Prisoner”.

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