I hope you have now recovered from Australia Day and the final thrilling episode of the serialisation of undoubtedly the best ever werewolf virtually travels Australia to a Wizard of Oz theme satirical comedy travel quest.
Werewolf of Oz Chapter Themes
If you followed the book closely on the blog, or have read the book in its complete form, you might have noticed that it consists of some single chapter stories and some told over several chapters.
Here’s a breakdown of the chapters. You have been reading the original idea thrilling story first virtual Oz expedition told in amazing detail as it happened in real fantasy time in the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps.
After Kevin Pietersen seemed to be taking on the role of Grey during the Battle of Bri’s Bane in the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps for the Ashes cricket first test in Brisbane, the Aussies have responded with the ‘boomerang’ to take a decisive lead after day two. The second part of the Boomerang Beach trilogy was of course also very frustrating for the Werewolf of Ozzers.
The ‘Boomerang’ Takes Off
Seemingly inspired by the boomeranging of Boomerang Beach holding up the travel quest quartet’s progress up the Australian east coast, the ‘boomerang’ seems to be all the rage in the land of the… boomerang.
The Tada Girls’s solo efforts featured in the last Werewolf of Oz episode seem to taken off in a way not seen at a sports ground since the ‘Mexican Wave’ circled stadiums and the world after the Mexico football World Cup in 1986.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. As seen in the photo above, Australian players and fans celebrated each England and Wales cricket team‘s wicket falling by doing the ‘boomerang’.
So we thought we’d better post the last thrilling episode of the Boomerang Beach trilogy, bringing you almost in sight of Brisbane. Meanwhile, on Kangaroo Island, a little penguin told me that this year’s Arishes are also under way. This has been the Greenygrey. Enjoy the episode, the Arishes and Ashes.
Chapter 125. Yahoo Flight to the Left and Right
I screamed, ‘Thirtieth time lucky!’ as we left Boomerang Beach and headed north over Elizabeth Beach once more.
We flew the Lakes Way,
knowing its outlay,
like night and day.
Yahoo! over Yahoo Island
It was all systems go, as Elle decided it was time to act, and we were primed to respond. She chose the Booti Booti National Park to kick the plan into action, leaning as much to the left as possible. We all followed her over to that side.
We flew above and beyond Green Point, and seemed to have escaped the coastal cycle. We all exclaimed yahoo! over Yahoo Island. Green Point grew smaller every minute, and Boomerang Beach soon faded out of sight.
Wall in Gate Changes Our Plan
We were free-flying now, but just as we began to relax and enjoy the view, we saw a massive wall in a gigantic gate over Wallingat National Park. It would surely be the end of us if we crashed into it. Elle had seen the danger and jumped over to the right; we quickly followed. But was it too late?
We had stopped heading straight into the wall, and were now skirting it. Our chances of escape seemed finely balanced. We leant as much to the right as possible, while trying to push against the wall with our left arms. It was preventing our obliteration, but wasn’t winning our liberation. That is, until our flying fate was decided twenty minutes later, once and for all.
A tower jutted out of the wall further on, blocking our side-skirting path. We flew closer and closer to it, and all my strength and spirit seemed nearly spent. I could see nothing beyond the tower, and no way of avoiding it. We were facing a dead-end in more ways than one.
Then Elle asked if we were ready, nodding toward the right. We all looked at her with renewed hope, not needing more explanation, and said yes. We prepared ourselves. Elle gave one almighty push, and we gave it our best too; it seemed to be working, as we were sent free of the wall.
Then Elle leant to the right (it looks to the left in the photo, as everything is upside down, and often the wrong way around, in Oz!), and we followed her as the tower loomed.
It was just enough, as we swerved around the tower into clear sky, with only a second or three to spare. It had probably been Elle’s most outstanding use of her body yet.
Flying North-East, for a while at Least
We were flying in open air again, with no hazards in view. A north-easterly wind kept our direction and elevation steady. Maybe our luck was changing!
We turned past Tuncurry in a hurry, and went even faster over Forster. I was beginning to enjoy the flight.
I should have known it wouldn’t last. The wind dropped, and I got cramp in my rump;
I was like a dead-weight blowing in the breeze,
dragging the team down to the trees.
We descended at pace, and the next thing I knew we were crashing into the Ocean Dreaming Rainforest Resort on the edge of Red Head.
When we’d recovered our composure I noticed the others had red heads after the bumpy landing. They said mine was still grey.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. After yesterday’s heavy duty blog I think it’s time to escape to Oz, although today’s episode of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps sees the virtual travellers in terrible trouble within a mirky Smiggin HolesLord of the Rings theme; although there is of course some comedy and wordplay to keep you happy; and a trip down memory lane as the Perishers warning re-enters the story.
In line with working-class week at the Greenygrey, it is Angry’s mind that stars in this episode; although remembering women’s week, Elle again uses her body well.
Angry is based on Angry Anderson, a mixed-race Australian who grew up in a poor dysfunctional family; became a musical legend fronting Rose Tattoo, and went on to become an actor, youth advocate, politician and charity fundraiser.
He would be classed as a chav in Britain. Not saying Australia is classless though, and Oz and their Kiwi New Zealand neighbours have their own chav term: bogan. So Angry’s not done too bad for a bogan!
Angry Anderson has found himself in a difficult greenygrey position in Australia similar to Marc Latham in the U.K., finding himself trying to do the best for his social demographic while also taking into consideration the national and world situation.
Over the other side of the world to the U.K. it is some parts of the Muslim culture that Angry Anderson thinks is causing problems for Australia and its growing multiculturalism; although he doesn’t want it to affect good Muslims, such as those fleeing the Taliban in Afghanistan.
Not that it’s only Muslims causing problems, or that there weren’t problems in Britain and Australia before mass immigration.
It’s just that in both countries, and many other parts of the world, it is mainly Islamist immigrants who try and impose their religion and culture on the countries and continents to which they emigrate.
And with most of the world’s wars including Islam against each other or other religions there are more Islamic refugees; I don’t know why they are so keen to continue a religious culture that obviously isn’t working!
Britain and Europe are evolving out of 1500 years of one Middle-Eastern monotheism, Christianity; which involved lots of good things, but also lots of bad ones, such as torture, execution, censorship, dictatorship, child abuse, unquestionable privilege, persecution of the poor, land grabs etc; so although most Muslims think they are doing us a favour trying to force Christianity’s younger twin on us, I for one don’t want to go back 1500 years and start the whole process again!
I feel sorry for the innocent Muslims suffering on the fringes of the Islamic world and in the Middle-East, but the common thread to the world’s wars is lslam.
I applaud Barack Obama for his isolationist policy, as the ‘West’ only gets blamed if it gets involved in what are essentially Islamic and Monotheistic Middle-Eastern civil wars.
The Greenygrey of Immigration and Multiculturalism
As a vegetarian animal welfare and environment supporter I would welcome more Buddhism, Sikhism and Hinduism into British culture. I wish Hindus were trying to save British cows, which are sacred to them, but I never hear any such thing. I wish Buddhists were more vocal in trying to save all living creatures and the environment, but I never hear such a thing.
Similarly, Angry Anderson doesn’t believe in an omnipotent god, but attends Bahá’í services for their spirituality; the spiritual unity of all humankind
I don’t know if it’s the British media coverage, but nearly all I seem to hear about is the Islamic halal, which seems a backward step for animal welfare. Although halal and the Jewish kosher are good news for pigs, as they don’t consider them clean, they also ban the stunning of animals; although it is not a major concern to me considering the poor conditions generally suffered by animals under intensive farming.
The Greenygrey of Angry Anderson
Likewise, Angry Anderson has worked for wildlife but opposes a carbon tax, which he sees as a benefit to big business and a tax on the poor.
Whether we agree with all his political views or not doesn’t really matter. He’s using his mind within Australian political democracy, and as a single parent father of four, is providing a role model and hope for all those living in poverty who relate to him.
Here’s Angry singing in his band, Buster Brown, with Phil Rudd of AC/DC (Bon Scott/Bonzo Scottie’s band!). It was Angry’s first band, so he was probably full of dreams, and sounding a bit Rod Stewartish, already with Something to Say!:
Anyway, enough serious matter, and on with the Werewolf of Oz show:
Chapter 97. Smiggin Holes, Holiculturist
I asked Smiggin for my hat back. It started handing it to me, and we both had a hold of it; but then it tried to grab it back, saying, ‘no, no, it’s mines, mines, it’s Smiggin’s hat.’
Magic of the Emerald Cork Hat
I tugged at the hat, but couldn’t break it free from Smiggin’s grip. While we grappled, heaps of other green objects fell from its person; I don’t know where they all came from.
I lost concentration, and Smiggin must have seen its chance, because it pulled at the hat with much more strength than anything previously. It freed the hat from my grip, and I fell back, landing in a grave-size hole that had just appeared behind me.
Angry helped me out of the hole. Elle was still holding Smiggin, using her body fantastically well.
I looked at Smiggin, it smirked back.
The Case of Smiggin Holes is Solved
I asked Smiggin if it had anything to do with the hole. It continued smirking.
Angry approached me, and suggested that the ability to create holes would explain the second half of Maisie’s Smiggin Holes warning.
It all made sense now. I congratulated Angry on an impressive use of his mind.
so no twisting our resolve asking for more,
for it would solve nothing,
and might be a bit of a bore…
This chapter sees the quackers quartet sail to Tasmania, and the excitement doesn’t end there, oh no, in fact, we (Green and Grey, as we were then) met up there for a little while… in the land of the Tazzy tigers/wolves (thylacines).
57. POETRY VOYAGE WITH A SMILE BUT NO SAUSAGE
King Island to Tasmania
We tried to set sail from Disappointment Bay
but thunderous waves sent us astray
feeling like a ship of fools without a winner
we crashed into a smashing crag called Lavinia
moving us to the milky waters of Cowper Point
where the current took us to The Blowhole joint
we sheltered there for a little while
before getting blown the extra mile
for enough knots to reach Tasmania
landing somewhere near Marrawah.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. We thought you’d be on the edge of your seat waiting to hear what our Life of Pi-style boat-load of biodiversity were up to, so here’s the next exciting episode of your favourite werewolf fantasy-travels Australia by Google mapsWizard of Oz themed comedy-satire book; now not the newest version, after the release of Oz the Great and Powerful.
Row, row, row the wave
surface of Davy Jones’s grave
we could sit back and relax
as roaring forties cut us some slack
not trousers to wear
but no rowing despair
as the wind behaved as it should
you know they say ‘well, it would’
sailing us towards Tasmania
I don’t know how to explain to ya
we just sat back and played cards
as the boat ate up the salt yards
it wasn’t long ’til we reached King Island
eating a Pearshape Egg Lagoon Currie by hand
shocked to see a Sea Elephant in Surprise Bay
but it was a fitting finale to a Bungaree day.
Pearshape, Egg Lagoon, Currie, Sea Elephant, Surprise Bay and Bungaree are all King Island places. As are all the place names in the next poem.
Davy Jones’s Locker – sailor slang for sea. Roaring Forties – strong westerly winds in the southern hemisphere, especially between latitudes 40-49, which is where Tasmania is situated.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. We’re still riding the crest of the Oz the Great and Powerful wave here, reminding Grey of a catastrophic Kansassy storm on its epic comedy-fantasy journey across Oz; not to be mixed up with Grey’s original journey from the Greenygrey world to Oz, which was even more like the classic Kansas to Oz journey.
Without foresight, writing of fives reminds me of the four by four question in the previous Werewolf of Oz blog. The four fours were: four travellers, four rocks in the image, the first of four poems and the Granduncle 4 image. Now, on with the fives… and twos:
55. TAZ-MANIA IS A SAVIOUR AND STORM ABATER
Taz-tastic Treat for Two Times Two
For two days the storm did blow
waves and spray like driven snow,
we did our best to hold on tight
two to the left and brace to right.
Barracuda and tuna flew past
as if fleeing from a deep line cast,
I began to fear all was surely lost
seeing a storm from a distant coast,
approaching at an incredible speed
I thought that’s all we need.
But it was the storm it repelled
and with giant waves quelled
the new spinning fury did land on deck,
and when it calmed above the neck
we could clearly see it was cartoon Taz
along with his friends, Baz and Caz.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. It’s that midweek time of what is known in Oz (the Werewolf of Oz Oz anyway, although Grey only just remembered it, and didn’t mention it in its book!) as the three-and-a-half-days-times-two or semi-fortnight; or in the human world as a week.
Talking of numbers, can you find the four four mentions in this blog? Just a little more f(o)u(r)n for you while reading this, if you can stand any more excitement..! Answers with the next Werewolf of Oz.
As you can see from the above paragraph, Grey doesn’t like to rush around, which is one reason why it stayed so long on Kangaroo Island.
It felt it needed to speed up its journey a little, with still no end to the dust sandy path in sight, but didn’t want to leave anything out.
Robe Journey Four by Four
So Grey and its trio of travelling Tolkienistas moved up a gear from paltry prose to peed poetry with a tetralogy/quadrilogy (sorry to be technical, and yes, I just looked up the human word for one more than a trilogy on Wikipedia!) of literary nonsense poems covering their journey from Kangaroo Island to Tasmania, via King Island. Here’s the first of the tetralogy, and 54th chapter of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps:
54. SEA STORM BEYOND PALE CORN
Four Sail For Sale
We set sail for the port of Robe
not far across Oz in terms of globe
as we’d heard there were bargains
in a supermarket without chagrins.
But waves did suddenly rise
in a storm of enormous size,
we wondered where it had brewed,
fury of the worst bad mood;
before it declared its intention,
to sink us without hesitation,
and leave no trace
of our boat race.
Then pop back here quickly, as we’re ready to travel to Oz. Back? Sitting comfortably? Well, fasten your seat belts, because our travelling quartet are setting off from Kangaroo Island in episode 53, bringing to an end the little penguin classic AusRuIcket story. There’s also another loopy literary nonsense poem and the Rolf of kangaroo mythology makes another appearance:
53. ON THE ROAD AGAIN
King Scote and the little penguins were up early, and had prepared a farewell to friends breakfast buffet on the beach. It was most enjoyable, eating freshly cooked tasty treats as the sun rose. But,
like each day’s sun,
each week’s fun,
each month’s moon,
each year’s seasons,
and each life’s spirit;
all that shines must wane.
We ate our fill shooting the breeze; it was a shame we had to leave. I had thoroughly enjoyed my time on the island, and felt no regret about staying longer than planned.
Skippy versus Rolf
Scoty said he was sorry to see us leave; his final words to us were: ‘Goodbye my friends. May Skippy be with you, and you never meet the Rolf.’
The little penguins said it had been great to meet us all, and especially Bonzo; they would think of him every time they played AusRuIcket.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. It’s midweek, more or less, give or take an hour or two, comme ci comme ca, half the week passed so far. So I think it’s an ideal time to spring another episode of our favourite werewolf travels Australia to a Wizard of Oz theme; especially as spring is knocking on the door of the northern hemisphere.
Now on with the show. And what a show we have for you today, with the newly bolstered travelling tribe celebrating their reunification; the genesis of an AC/DC and Rose Tattoo super-group and two loopy literary nonsense poems.
The first poem is made up of Rose Tattoo later album song titles, with the band continuing to create great music. One of my favourite newer songs isn’t featured in the poem, and a YouTube search for it just now brought another greenygrey find, with Rose Tattoo looking greenygreyesque while supporting Slash last year. Here’s the video of 1854, before the 52nd episode of the Werewolf of Oz: yep, that’s as many episodes as there are weeks in the year:
52. AB/DC IS BORN
I introduced Angry to everybody, and we had a fantastic feast that night. It was also our last night on Kangaroo Island, as we decided during the meal that we needed to get rambling again. We told our hosts.
AB/DC is Born
Angry fitted in well, and seemed to enjoy himself; even singing a few songs toward the end of the night. Bonzo played the bagpipes for one of Angry’s songs, and Elle danced wildly to the jolly tune. Everybody and everything seemed entranced by the music and dancing, and especially ol’ Scoty.
Elle later said she’d enjoyed the music so much that she hoped there would be more when we returned to the road. She thought Angry and Bonzo gelled so well together they should form a band, and suggested Angry Bonzo / Dandelion Cordial would be a good name.
Everybody agreed it was a wonderful choice. Angry added that it could be called AB/DC for short, and everybody thought that was another great idea; and good use of Angry’s mind. At the end of the night, Angry said he felt like we were:
Blood Brothers and Sisters Slipping Away from the City Blues
on a Once in a Lifetime opportunity
with Nothing to Lose.
The music also made me feel creative, so I wrote a little ditty of my own before retiring to bed. And here it is:
With a musical spirit
I thought we’d make it
we had the body and mind
sung our troubles behind
more adventures to come
maybe somebody’s gonna drum.
Rose Tattoo songs: Blood Brothers, Slipping Away,City Blues, Once in a Lifetime,Nothing to Lose.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Thanks to Susie for a great blog yesterday, and creating groupack as a Greenygrey collective noun. It’s funny to think there may be other Greenygreys out there, and up amongst the highest peaks in the world too. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, as we, Green and Grey, were reunited during and after Grey’s epic Oz ramble immortalised in Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps.
We were welcomed by a right regal looking kangaroo called King Scote. He told us we should call him Scoty, and were his guests; so we would want for nothing while on the island.
Scoty introduced us to a colony of little penguins that enjoyed the freedom of the land; he said they didn’t take up much space because they are the smallest penguins in existence. They were very pleasant and playful, and struck up an instant rapport with Bonzo.
Bonzo relished telling them how he’d scored the third goal for the Crows in our epic AusRuIcket game. They said they’d love to learn how to play, so Bonzo started teaching them.
Time to Ramble
Scoty seemed to be a tad smitten with Elle, so when he offered to show us his realm I declined the offer, and said I’d like to do some solo rambling around the island.