I have been inundated with a letter, from a
Mrs Virgin Australia of New South Wales and been forced to reply.
Dear Virgin Australia (winner of the
oxymoron of the year competition 2016)
I was more than a little perturbed to find,
upon opening my online calendar yesterday, that you have booked me on a flight
from Newcastle (NSW) to Darwin via Brisbane on February 7th (your
time). It is unclear how you see me travelling to Newcastle – the journey
involves 22 hours of flying and 8 hours of waiting at airports at a cost of over
£8000 first class. I have no idea what attractions Darwin holds that would make
this time and expenditure worthwhile. I have never been to either Darwin or
Newcastle and have only a passing knowledge of Brisbane which I found to be
adequately pleasant in a truly unremarkable way. I have a very good friend who
lives there. I have not been to Newcastle upon Tyne either. I have been to Newcastle
under Lyme, which is just down the road from Talke Pits, home of the famous
Development Company, very much the Bloomsbury Group of the early 1970s.
I note that there is a ward in Darwin
called Fannie Bay. I should alert you to the information that I am far too
seasoned and sensible to be allured by cheap inuendo. I can find little in the
way of entertainment or culture in that time period, not even the Breast Feeding
Education Class at the Palmerston Recreation Centre on the 15th has
any appeal.
I can only conclude that someone has given
you my email address in error. I am now concerned that just as his itinerary
appeared in my diary so mine might appear in his. While I am sanguine about the
prospect of his taking my place at either of both of my dental and urologist
appointments (tell him not to get the two confused) I don’t want him pinching
my tickets for Stewart Lee at the De Montfort Hall. Please do your best to
contact him and whereas I would offer a warm Pom welcome should he appear on my
doorstep, I do not want him messing with my busy social calendar.
Love and peace.
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