What A Welcome!

Well I must say these Aussies have really outdone themselves, what a welcome, what an outstanding ovation!

When yours truly stepped off the float at Werribee - a little tight and grumpy I must say after a 30 hour flight - there were no fewer than 12 photographers there to greet me!

"Over here Blue, this way! Over here! Now me, look over your shoulder! Oh yes you're an old tiger!" They screamed and screamed as they snapped away, it was a tad embarrassing really for a gentleman like myself but one takes these flashes of affection in one's stride after years of practice. I know how to "strike a pose" as the youngsters say!

After the photographers had gorged themselves, the pressmen moved in, firing questions away one after the other. I answered a few then bid them good-day and slipped off to bed for a quick brunch and a nap, I'll be here for a while and the good men and women of the press will have plenty of time to get to know me. Maybe I should organise a publicist...

Now onto more important matter. Well-heeled gentlemen like myself are accustomed to the rigours of international travel but I must say I was most disappointed with young Willy once we took off.

For starters he left my favourite dressing gown and pipe at home along with my favourite slippers, and to make matters worse he forgot to order my favourite brandy for the flight so all that the hostess could offer was cheap scotch! How utterly dreadful!

I gave him a piece of my mind and instructed the pilot to make a stop in Copenhagen - terrific tobacconist on the high street there you know - so that Willy could run into duty free. That ought to teach that little whippersnapper.

Apart from Willy's misdemeanour, the trip went without a hitch. Attrocious snorer that Bauer though, absolutely ghastly! At one point I was woken suddenly by the most horrible noise and I feared the engine was mis-firing - old Blue's life flashed before his eyes for a moment there, I'm not a strong swimmer, hate the water in fact - but then I looked over and there is old Bauer with his great big frog mouth wide open roaring away without a care in the world - shocking breath too but they say the grey coats do suffer from that problem, poor chaps.

Once we touched down in Melbourne though all was well. I took in the sights on the way to Werribee - didn't see any mansions though which was odd, in fact the town looked down right lower-middle class to me. I suspect young Willy must have pulled the wool over my eyes there, I must make a note to slap him tomorrow morning.

That said though, there must be quite a few well-off families around the area because I couldn't help but notice the number of teenage girls taking young children for walks in prams as we drove through. Nannies I presume, and where you find nannies you'll find money, and where you find money you'll often find yours truly.

Until next time

Blue