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Frankie Exeter
Many years ago while gainfully employed as a medical products sales representative, Frankie Exeter was momentarily standing on a wide street corner in West London. It was mid-winte...view moreMany years ago while gainfully employed as a medical products sales representative, Frankie Exeter was momentarily standing on a wide street corner in West London. It was mid-winter. It was bitterly cold. Snow that had fallen weeks earlier was still on the pavement piled into large ugly grey-looking blocks of ice.
He was dressed as follows: smart business suit under which he wore a tee-shirt, y-fronts, a shirt and tie and a thick woollen cardigan. In addition he wore woollen socks, sheepskin boots, gloves, a scarf and a hat, plus an overcoat. He remembers being so cold his bones were aching. With every breath the cold air was burning the inside of his nose.
At that moment his semi-frozen brain had a fleeting dream of the sun-drenched Australian outdoors and white sandy beaches and a city that he had read about, which had an average of 286 days each year that were sunny or partly sunny. That city has now been his home for more than twenty years.
Living in Australia and enjoying the sunny side of life he was also fascinated by the funny side of life, enjoying the fine tradition of Australian humourists – both writers and performers - whose crisp, dry humour was often truly uniquely Aussie; an irreverent repertoire spiced with fantasy and drollery.
This work Warm and Sunny etc. etc. is hopefully in keeping with the culture where a tender romantic adventure with a lovely lady can be referred to as “to feature with a sheila”.
To be known as an exciting new Oz humourist in the same enjoyable style and manner of these comic greats – if that ever happens – would be ace!view less