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I come from a land Down Under…


Where women blow and men plunder, or even chunder!




Mr Wren was away last weekend with his new Bangkok work colleagues. It was the annual office team bonding event.


I had to smile in sympathy when @verybritishproblems tweeted their four-word horror stories: 

Team Building away day 
Tell us about yourself 
We’ve run out of milk!
At this event, every new employee is invited, the sort of invitation you don’t refuse, to introduce themselves to the broader team of over 250 people, in an entertaining manner. 

My Wren failed the audition to join an existing group of newbies who clearly were going all out to make a great first impression. They politely told him he wouldn’t have the time to catch up as they’d been working on their performance for months. Which considering that most Thai’s will never say no to anything, was a gutsy move! 

So poor old Mr Wren was in a right flap. I was sensing he’d be more comfortable standing on stage announcing a 2017 50% reduction in bonus payments than doing his solo performance! 

He’d decided to sing the Men At Work song: 'I come from a land Down Under'. Do you know it, it's a catchy little tune? How wise this decision was and how well known the song is in Thailand remains to be seen. It’s one of those infamous Aussie songs like Waltzing Matilda, come to think about it, that would have been better… He could have waltzed around the stage, more visually appealing!

I come from a cork-hatted, blow up croc land with a big knife!
Luckily no worries mate, his old Aussie office rallied, determined not to see him back out and produced the above props. The big knife in case you were wondering was for Paul Hogan ‘that’s not a knife, this is a knife’ quote from the movie Crocodile Dundee.

Sensing the possibility for it all to go horribly wrong with an at best mass silence, no laughter, lost in translation moment... Or at worst, being the shortest secondment in the history of Thai expats. I stepped in as Executive Producer.  

My suggestion was to change the words, 'no-one will have a clue what the plunder, chunder lyrics mean'... I was sacked quicker than a Leicester City football manager for that proposal!


So I can’t wait to hear how it went 
Let’s hope that no-one chundered*!

PS Chunder means to be sick, in case you were wondering!

Linking with thanks to Tamar at Randomosity



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