Sandy O’Way and Friend

Well, Father O’Way here, I mean look firstly she told me she was sixteen, sorry not my child, I was outta town that night anyway, I was just trying to show her the Heimlich Manoeuvre honest, boy so many questions. So the Bish banishes me to Indonesia, over a little fling with the housekeeper and bit of dope left in my boogie board bag, I mean it was only a few kilos. Filling in for 2 weeks at Kerobokan Prison as resident Chaplain with my little Shappy, I mean, this was going to be hell, pardon the pun.

Shappy said most people sleep on the floor of their cell. Hers sleeps 6 and is a tight fit. I asked why they didn’t use bunk beds. “It’s very tight in there.” said Shappy, pointing to her sarong, hmmm I thought, I love a tight fit. Shappy said she couldn’t give me any info on what was going on. I said, “But people are interested in your mental state and your cleavage oops I mean conditions?” She said she was holding up okay and when I told her that the guards and the media were saying she wasn’t accepting visitors, she said don’t believe everything you read in the press, especially anything on the bulletin board at the Pig’s Arms. Shappy said there’s no tennis court at Kerobokan as reported in the newspaper, I mean fecking hell, no tennis court!

I asked her about the lack of daylight, she said she has gotten used to the fluorescent light being on the whole time, “Christ, oops sorry Father, not even a fecking energy saver”. The press likes to exaggerate everything and one source said she had not seen the light of day for 6 months. When I saw her she looked tanned, more tanned than me. She has an ample breast line, curvy waist, long legs and a million dollar smile. “Father, Father”, she yelped, “No hands please, but lower Father, much much lower”.

We bribe the guard with a Pig’s Arms t-shirt to let us go downtown, I mean, who wouldn’t want a Pigs Arm’s t-shirt. We walk to the Hotel Intan Bali and stop for a bevy at the Kakatua Lobby Bar. Shappy says the beers are crap here. I tell her I have a six pack of Trotters, she looks at me “Father, I’d do anything for a Trotters, I mean anything”. So we go down the beach and we have a photo taken of us in the sand as we knock back a few ales. I ask Shappy if there was one message to give people back home, something that would show that she was innocent. After a long pause she replied “Yes Father, can someone mind my hydro!”

from the Pig’s Arms’ correspondent in Bali, well, Hung