Well now, We've got young Marc - the son of one of B's cousins who married a Frenchman coming out here on Tuesday -- we think with a friend. We haven't seen him since he was 12 or thirteen, when I made him kiss a catfish (you have to kiss fish you are putting back good-bye. Try not to give tongue on the first date.)
Someone asked how we would recognise him... which is interesting. He can hardly look for hairy beared folk because the island seems to draw them. And here they're probably called Dave. It's a IIRC 18 seater plane. I figured we'd work on the under 30 Male we DON'T know will be Marc.
Barbs, ever pragmatic, went and looked at the picture on facebook.
Let's see. Maybe I convince the boy echidna cuddling is an important Tassie ritual ;-)
You could make one of those boards like taxi drivers hold up at arrivals when they're meeting strangers, inscribed with "Catfish Kisser" ... there can surely be only one of those!! :-D
ReplyDeleteAsk him to carry a black umbrella and wear a carnation in his button-hole.
ReplyDeleteFirst echidna that wandered through my back yard, I actually had to STOP the Eldest Son (just a toddler at the time) from patting it. I still have video footage of him wandering along behind it, saying inquisitively: "Pat echidna?"
ReplyDeleteI did let him touch it in the end, naturally. He got the message without getting the point, so to speak.
Nonsense, I just sent him a message, to say that if he couldn't find us, just to sing the French National anthem, and we would locate him easily!
ReplyDeleteAnd that is what we intend to do. But if you what to recognise us before we Start singing, i still look like a 12 year old and i'll have a black and red backpack.
ReplyDeleteNo, I am going to hide so I can hear you sing!!
ReplyDeleteOnly 3 or 4 people got off the plane, so it was kind of easy to spot the two who were for us!!
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