Gidday

“Giidday, gidday, welcome aboard, one and all!” There he stands, grinning, larger than life, a nutbrown teddy bear in a black G-string and a cowboy hat, champagne cocktail in one hand, the other held out to hoist us aboard.

“Oh, gidday, Stan”, I said.

“Gidday”, she says, grinning happily. “Gidday”, he replies, with a grin for her: it flits over his face and is gone by the time he looks at Joe.