Could you help me to destroy my school, please?

Becky is an eight-year-old from Dublin who wants to destroy her school.

The accents are a little tricky for foreigners like me, so here’s a transcript of Becky’s call to the demolition company:

– Hello, who do you call?
– Hi! Is that the demolition place?
– It is, yes.
– Could you help me to destroy my school, please?
– Just bear with me a second.
– Hello?
– Hi.
– Where- What school do you go to?
– I go to a school in Dublin.
– And you want it demolished?
– Yeah
– Ha ha ha
– Do you use a big wrecking ball or how do you knock it down?
– A big wreck- a big ball.
– Right.
– Hold on one wee second, please.
– Hello
– How are you? My name is Becky.
– Yes?
– I have a proposal for you.
– Go ahead
– Are you the demolition man?
– Yes.
– You’re the top boss, yeah?
– Go ahead, what’s the fact? … hello?
– I want you to help me destroy my school
– You wanna blow it up?
– Could you blow it up or knock it down?
– Whatever. Whatever. Whatever you want done.
– I’ll blow it up! That would be better. Could you make sure that all my teachers are in there when you knock it down?
– I don’t know if I’d get away with that, I don’t know.
– Ah, you will! Nobody likes ’em.
– Ha!
– They give me extra homework on a Friday and everything.
– Where are you calling from?
– From Dublin.
– What- Where- What school in Dublin?
– The one that’s about to fall down.
– There’s a lot of schools in Dublin about to fall down.
– And how much would it cost to knock it to the ground?
– It depends on how big it is.
– Give me a ball park finger… figure
– … ha ha ha… “give me a ball park finger!”… ha ha ha… oh geez!
– Is this a demolition company or a joke factory?
– It’s a joke factory at the moment. It’s a joke factory…
– Listen, are you gonna come and knock my school down or what?
– Actually can you fax me through a photograph or a site plan or something?
– Right. I’ll fax it through. A plan of the school and my teachers’ names.
– Yeah. No problem. Yeah.
– And you just make sure that they’re all in the building when you knock it down!
– You put all of the names on it, I’ll give you a page for each individual teacher.
– Yeah. Brilliant!
– Yeah!
– When the school falls down? Will it make a crash or a wallop?
– Will start fire on both sides or make a big bang!
– Sounds good. Oh listen, I’ll talk to you later, top man.
– Same. Good luck, page. You look after yourself.
– Fill your boots, man!
– Eh? Good luck. He he!
– See you after!

Those were the days…

Looking for something to post, I came across a series of pages I saved many years ago from a now-defunct website. They listed the Number 1 songs in Australia from 1949 to 1972. Some of them also included the Number 1’s in the USA and the UK.

I’ve chosen 1960. I turned ten that year, and I actually remember (and love) a lot of the songs that we used to hear on the radio. It’s interesting to see that Australia often seemed to trail behind the other two countries.

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