How To Complete Strangers (part one)

[Keith]

we don’t have kangaroos in england. we don’t call birds, sheilas, or say ga’day mate. we just tip cows and occasisionally our corkless bowlers and say “how do you do old chap” if ever we find ourselves in the embarrassing situation of having to acknowledge the existence of another human being.
but we do have home and away and neighbours. the flying doctors and prisoner cell block h. fosters larger and carstlemaine xxxx. and you’ve got the queen. so, we’ll call it even.

If you weren't dead at the time you would have said Skippy and Cassey Jones too, tipping cows is impossible, I know I've tried, it's a made up drunken tale and Castlemain xxxx was brewed under liecence in Warrington.

By the way old chap, I thought the poem was splendid, the title gave one a real chuckle.