Hee. Normally I hate "songfic," but obviously an exception will have to be made in this case.

Another excellent entry in your rogue's gallery of slayers. Hope to see more of Polly and Henry in future.

Funny I normally hate 'Songfics' too!

I'd written an adaption of Wild CB for a friend of mine and some of it just had to be used so along came The Wild Colonial Slayer.

Originally she was going to die after being shot, but having not long written 'Fallen' which had a sad ending I thought "NO! She must live!"

More Henry and Polly?

Ever hear of 'Picnic at Hanging Rock'? The mystery of the SS Warratah? I'm sure I can find one or two other Aussie stories to play with.

All the best,
DaveT.

Fantastic!

Glad you think so!

All the best,
DaveT.

PS, thanks for the Rec.

Very good, however drover does mean cattle not sheep.

Cheers may do a sequel or two someday.

I always thought it ment sheep...maybe it means both?

Who knows?

All the best,
DaveT.

nice.

Short but sweet...cheers.

Think I've got an idea for a sequel!

All the best,
DaveT.

Very good, as soon as I read the description I thought aha you. I thought indecent attachment was implied between Slayer and Watcher. But I think the age of consent was probably fourteen or 'somethink' in the nineteenth century outback, so no worries.

May I suggest a companion piece set in 2007, between watcher and Aussie Slayer in the urban metropolis of Melbourne. (As most Australians now live in cities)

She would go round saying 'ohmigod' all the time, every second sentence would end in 'hey' or 'yeah'. As in. 'Shall I stake me those bloody vampires now darl, hey?' or "Ohmigod, I think the manager of the footy team I barrack for, has been turned, yeah?"

She would get pissed off her face every Friday and Saturday, when sent to patrol nightclubs or pubs. This (the genius part ) would make her stake vampires with her 'very high' heel shoes. Melbourne girls, the third generation descendants of post WW2 Mediterranean and Eastern European refugees tend to be short, dark, cute and feisty.

Unless they're Skips, like the descendants of Polly would be. Then they'll be tall, red headed or blonde. These contemporary Aussie slayers will be patrolling the bush fire stricken areas squirting the arsonist demons with fire truck hoses filed with holy water.

Contemporary Australian song will be 'Cold hard bitch' by Jet.

Thank you for writing this amusing epistle.

Thanks,
But you've just explained why I wouldn't do a contemporary Aussie Fic. I feel quite confident writing stuff set in the early 20th cent 'cause I've read a lot about that era. I'd never get the modern slang right and no doubt I'd get loads of other details wrong.

Now here's a thought! You seem to have a good story idea here...why not write it yourself? What harm can it do? Go on give it a go!

All the best,
Dave T.

An amusing little piece, made more amusing by the fact the you version of tha song was sufficiently different from the one I was familiar with that a half an hour googling revealed the Australian version and a possible source incident that lead to its composition and the fact that there are English, Irish and several US variants of the song but nothing that would indicate what was the oldest version. I'll look some more.

Thanks.

It can be fun researching old songs. I'd imagine it's early 18th cent.

All the best,
Dave T.

Cool fic, congratulations. Got plans to do more tales about the slayer from down under, or it's only a one shot thing?

Thanks for the Ten.

Likely to be a one shot, maybe if an idea comes to me about the 'Long Sea Voyage' I might do another.

All the best,
DaveT.