Mr. Olemayt

Finally, after years of hearing about him, I became acquainted
with Mr. Olemayt.

The locals here are always talking about him. He's an incredibly colorful character, who appears to have had many jobs and lived in a variety of places. His life experiences astonish me. He seems to have tried everything, both good and bad. I have often thought that I wouldn't like him but then I will be told something about him that is most compassionate and appealing.

Last night, he sped out of the caravan park, with a police car immediately behind him and turned right without blinking, then tried to outrun the police. Neville told us this when he was unblocking sewerage pipes next door to us.

We came inside and I asked Steve if he had ever met Mr. Olemayt. Steve looked very nonplussed and stuck for an answer. Then kindly and carefully, as if talking to a dimwitted child, he explained.

As with most places, Moree has particular speech patterns and habits. Obviously, I don't know all of these variations. The accepted way of referring to a man whose name you don't know is to call him, "old mate" ------ or as it is pronounced, "Olemayt".

Damn!

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