When I wrote HT&E about six years ago, I wrote two or three chapters titled 'Sometimes It's Just the Little Things'. They proved to be a good way of highlighting smaller cameo pieces that didn't necessarily merit an entire chapter. For instance:

Miss Australia and the New Yorkers. One of the couples on my Germany/Holland and Belgium tour were from New York. They spoke with an unmistakable Bronx accent. Now I've never been to New York, even now after all my travels, and so I'm no expert, but think of Fran Drescher, aka Fran Fein as The Nanny on TV back in the 90s and that's who they sounded like. I rather enjoyed listening to them, as they were different to my everyday experience.

You could hear them coming from kilometres away and they always managed to be first in line for everything. I must say they were quite pushy, but maybe you need to be, living in that metropolis, New York.

Anyway, they found out that I was Australian and an air hostess, and so they started calling me Miss Australia.

Here comes Miss Australia, they'd holler loudly as I re boarded the tour bus after a stop somewhere.

Well, I didn't mind being called Miss Australia. Being a Miss Australia was pretty high status back in the day and it so happened that I'd once been approached by a Miss South Australia and her chaperone to enter the contest. I didn't, but I was pleased to be asked.

At the end of our eight day tour in London, who do you think was the first in the queue for taxis outside Victoria station? You guessed right, it was Mr and Mrs New York. I think they may have shoved someone else out of the way to be first, but could be my memory playing tricks, or perhaps I just want to embellish these paragraphs a bit. You don't mind, do you?

When I wrote HT&E about six years ago, I wrote two or threechapters titled 'Sometimes It's Just the Little Things'.They provedto be a good way of highlighting smaller cameo pieces that didn'tnecessarily merit an entire chapter. For instance:

Miss Australia and the New Yorkers. One of the couples on myGermany/Holland and Belgium tour were from New York. They spoke withan unmistakable Bronx accent. Now I've never been to New York, evennow after all my travels, and so I'm no expert, but think of FranDrescher, aka Fran Fein as The Nanny on TV back in the 90sand that's who they sounded like. I rather enjoyed listening to them,as they were different to my everyday experience.

You could hear them coming from kilometres away and they alwaysmanaged to be first in line for everything. I must say they werequite pushy, but maybe you need to be, living in that metropolis, NewYork.

Anyway, they found out that I was Australian and an air hostess, andso they started calling me Miss Australia.

Here comes Miss Australia, they'd holler loudly as I reboarded the tour bus after a stop somewhere.

Well, I didn't mind being called Miss Australia. Being a MissAustralia was pretty high status back in the day and it so happenedthat I'd once been approached by a Miss South Australia and herchaperone to enter the contest. I didn't, but I was pleased to beasked.

 At the end of our eight day tour in London, who do you think was thefirst in the queue for taxis outside Victoria station? You guessedright, it was Mr and Mrs New York. I think they may have shovedsomeone else out of the way to be first, but could be my memoryplaying tricks, or perhaps I just want to embellish these paragraphsa bit You don't mind, do you?