Do You Speak-ah My Language?
Buying bread from a man in Brussels — he was six-foot-four and full of muscle. I said, “Do you speak-ah my language?” He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich. Actually, we’ve never been to Brussels. Or eaten a Vegemite sandwich. But maybe you recognize those lyrics from Down Under by Men at Work, […]
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