Downshifting pom buys a small-holding out in the sticks in Western Australia, to find himself and some peace and quiet. He's been there a week or two and is just getting settled in when he gets a phone call. "I'm yer new neighbour" says the caller. "I didn't know I had any neighbours" says the pom. "I'm 150 k's up the road, but never mind, wondered if yer'd like to come to a barbie tomorrow night, welcome yer in?" Pom thinks about it. "What kind of do is it?" "Oh, well there'll be some drinking and eating and dancing and fighting, then some more dancing and eating and drinking and fighting, then we'll have a drinks break, then probably some more eating and dancing and drinking and fighting." Pom's a bit nervous about this, but thinks, what the hell. "Okay, I'll come over. What should I wear?" "Don't bloody mind mate, there'll only be the two of us."