Lovin’ the Internet

Sorry, this has absolutley nothing to do with your article, but can anyone tell me why the Oz call us ‘poms’ ?!

We’re currently debating the fact at work - very busy this afternoon!

Thanks

Thanks for the directions mate - the freakin Cabbie dropped us off at the wrong place and were wasted. I was wandering in concentric circles before you rescued us.

Actually, there was more to the story.

Sean and I were following your directions until we came upon an open Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins. We went in and started ordering to our hearts content. While Sean was getting his ice cream, Brian (our host) called me. Luckily he had my number since Sean’s cell was long out of juice. It was after two in the morning and he and his wife were pretty worried about us. He asked where we were and if we knew how to get back, and I said no. So Brian got on the horn with Sean and sorted us out the rest of the way.
At one point after that we still even had to ask a taxi driver where the intersection was.

This morning when Sean and I woke up, I started giggling. “Sean, do you remember that we called Australia to get directions home.” He wasn’t laughing and told me he needed more sleep.

I just hope he doesn’t remember me dragging him away from the cute randy blonde because his buddy and I were ready to leave and had a taxi waiting.

I know I get desperate when my phone runs out of juice as I don’t actually know any of the phone numbers stored in it (note to self…write phone numbers down).

So the question is, is Chris’ # the only # you know or are you just showing off (i.e. drunk)

Sean/Jen, sounds like an interesting night, er, morning!

Sarah, who’s bored at work, well, I’m sure I could use the trusty internet to find out more/f’sure, but the weird thing is [I was told] POMS actually stands for Prisoners of [her?] Mother Ship [of England] or some such - a [very proud] ‘pommy’ chef told me that, and how ironic it was, cos if anything, we ’sheep-stealing’ aussies were prisoners of [her] mother ship of England…

But, maybe he was pullin’ me leg!

Useless Info or Perhaps Complete Tosh Ging

…’dragging him away from the cute randy blonde’…I’d expect nothing less from a red blooded BootsnAll man.