You know when you’ve got this huge irrational longing to go somewhere you’ve never been? Not because it’s nice there, not because your aunt lives there, not because oil’s just been found there. Just because of the name.
One day at work I was filling in some huge horrible spreadsheet thing to do with local councils.
Whoever said that even the most boring thankless task has a silver lining, was dead right! Because as I was typing out stuff like ‘Mr A Rabbitt, Lord Mayor, Little Whopping, Pop 102’, I was filled with longing to go to these places, just so I can gaze around and say to myself ‘So THIS is ..’.
Somewhere I want to go, just ONCE, is Come-By-Chance. It’s a metaphor for life really, the universe, everything! We come by chance, stay a while, go by accident – and there you have it. is there a town called Go By Accident?
There’s a shire in Queensland that goes by the name of Banana. Banana! What does that say to the eager visitor? If you like bananas, come to Banana! Eat as many bananas as you want! Go on, gorge yourself, we don’t mind. Not right now though. I think that might be the road.
And then there’s Humpty-Doo. If Humpty-Dumpty lived somewhere, that would be where he lived. I want to LIVE there – just for the kick of having an address like ’Mrs M.Boggles, 42 Rain Parade, Humpty-Doo’. First I have to find Mr Boggles, though, and marry him. It’ll be worth it!