After a lot of humming and hahhing the speaker managed to get through his address. His obvious nervousness was apparent to all three of us who attended.
Why this man was asked in the first place puzzled us all. He was barely literate as far as I could tell.
The organiser, Millicent Pede, was determined to provide the people of Didjabringabeeralong with a bit up cultural uplifting.
After all it was Australia Day and a day to be celebrated as far as she was concerned.
As it was a public holiday most of the locals were in the pub the moment it opened which meant the air-conditioned hotel front bar was always going to win over the stuffy hot School of Arts Hall.
The speaker was so bad I can’t really remember his address as his every stumble and incoherent utterance caused me to cringe and pray he’d stop and sit down. But he didn’t, his address went on and on.
It was such a relief when he finally sat down and Millicent called an end to the celebration by announcing we should all retire to the pub. Hers was the best address that day.