Butch Cassidy and the Vegemite Kid
Is the girl of my dreams a bogan Sheila?
Do you know Audrey? To ask, “Audrey who?” is to lose. No breakfast at Tiffany’s for you. You'll be relegated to IHOP. My grandad loved Audrey. Because of him, I am, maybe uniquely, a millennial bought up in her image. I even named my cat Holly Golightly. For once he surprised me, for some reason that role underwhelmed him. Holly was free-form, fluid and difficult to categorize. Inspirational to me, and Audrey as Holly,...
