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Dingo of Dallas/Bill of Campbellfield

To Keith McGowan

Gidday mate,

Just a few lines to let you know about wot's been happening since I rang you about the 'Termma' we had in Campbellfield the other night.

After talking with you as Bill from Campbellfield, I later spoke with a lovely young lady from the Herald Sun called Malanda, who said that the tremor had recorded 5.5 on the Richter scale and there was quite some concern about it.

Anyway, it turns out to be just short of some bugger breaking wind out Melton way, so I have the feeling that 'they', being the brains to don't want us to know wot really happened, or it really was just a large clp of thunder, or a lightning strike.

Anthow, I was inspired to put a few words together in verse as to wot happened that night, I called it 'The Tremma'. I trust you will find it most unusual.

I enjoy your show, as a broken down old ex-truckie, I still have trouble sleeping any length of time. I listen to you and the callers during most nights that I find meself sitting at the kitchen table with a nice cup of tea, and coming up with useless bits of verse like I have enclosed, that and writing that no-one appears to care about, and the odd movie, all Aussie of course, no sex, no drugs, no violence, s'pose that's why I'll never become any good at it.

Anthow mate, I'll keep listening to ya.

Be good, be careful, and if you are bad at some time or other, make sure it's worth remembering.

Hoo Roo, 'Dingo'

PO Box 324, Dallas, Vic 3047

The Tremma

3AW was on the ball, their reports sure beat them all,

The night the 'Tremma' hit our town down under,

I was on the phone allright, to tell mate Keith about me fright,

And he put me on air, without a blunder.

The switchboard, it lit up, like bets on the Melbourne Cup,

As to wot it was, that made the noise and shook,

For some it was still in bed, shaken not stirred instead,

Even the missus, got interrupted from her book.

It mightta been rather funny, had a bloke been in the dunny,

But, I'd already give it a golden shower,

And was sippin on me tea, with all bits hangin free,

When the joint started to shake, for wot seemed like, half a flaming hour.

I know it weren't no train, or a low flyin secret plane,

But, the noise it made weren't half-flaming bad,

With me emergency gear selected, and me neck hair totally erected,

I was more than ready, to head for the launchin pad

Some lay claim to thunder, or was it just a chunder,

Made by footy players, or a lightning strike,

But, for the breakfast mob to say, that it started out Melton way,

By 'Ross and John', naked on a bike.

Now, that'd be quite a sight, and would give most folks a fright,

And be worth payin, quite a few a quid to see,

The former men of law on a tandem bike wot's more,

With the little bit that they've got, hangin free.

Yair it's true to say, I've had the wind up in me day,

But, I've never had nothing that frightening, that a bloke could name,

fore, I really know the score, ya see. I've had shakes before,

And thunder wasn't one of the things I'd blame.

Sure I've had the odd fit, when I've more than done me bit,

When I've had me share of drama and been down,

But it took a lightning strike, or thunder and a bike,

The night I thought the 'Tremma', came to town.

Posted: Sunday, February 13, 2005

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