Hilda explains everyone in ′Strilia imagines England now country hardly fit to graze saltbush weaners, bosses continually coming the raw prawn with trade union larrikins, mind you, her dad gets as mad as a mule with a squib up its arse as he comes the bludger with that bunch of ning nongs – ta darl, she says, Andy handing her a half-pint glass of gin and ton.