Listen, jizzed, before I left Great South Shaky in the early 70's and, becoming an instant Ozzie (Oy Oy Oy!!), kissed the ground at Brisbane airport in front of the big palm tree growing out of the tarmac on the shortest day of the year (work that out...suffice to say I finally thawed the ice out of my jocks...) I had some good friends of native origin who would enthusiastically share and promote the joys of Kinna consumption at our social gatherings! Don't start....! Be grateful for mere lips and lung pies!!
