Recent email dialogue between SA and Victoria:

1. Harry replying to a previous email:

Not a problem. And we want to keep that jacket of 'ours' on the right side of the border so book me a place at next years PIS.

2. Nick responds:

“First weekend in July, matey. You're in. Cheers

P.S. - you want to wake up to yourself about which side of the border is that jacket's home...

3. Harry responds:

Oh the jacket and the "which side of the border' issue". Well I wouldn't be saying much if I was you.

I would have thought it was won by a South Australian. But no... you guys will export your quality material to other states, and then you let them play for the competition, so in effect, or indeed in fact, a member of the Victorian team won the event, a famously South Australian event.

Soooo... the Jacket is brought home (note the word home), or maybe it should be it's new home, across the border.  I said to Ricko...."where's the jacket?" ... and he replied... "I brought it home of course. I've got it here." .....and he's a South Australian!

So Nick, we appreciate where 'The Green Jacket' came from originally. And we appreciate your sensitivity to the topic. But you've got we Victorians interested. It's colder over here (so we need spare jackets and clothing). We aspire to winning 'The Green Jacket'. We aspire to bringing it home again next year.

Thus thanks for the invite. Will be there. Sorry to rub salt in the wounds.

5. Nick emails Ricko, and CCs Harry:

What's with Harry?? Has his wife run off with a Carlton supporter?? Have his customers realised that they teach Market Research at Hogwarts but call it 'The Dark Arts – Shallow Illusion and Hokery Pokery??? Has he developed an unshakeable shank?? Or is there some family history of instability and poor mental health?? Poor bugger is away with the fairies - maybe you need to get him some medicine - I recommend a slab of pale ale, a couple of Barossa reds and a long walk in the hall of mirrors.

'Sorry to rub salt in the wounds. Hah! - sorry - 'Sorry', he says. Needs to wake up to himself. Once the medication has taken hold, please tell him for me that home is where the heart is and that the Green Jacket transcends artificial state boundaries. And that if he wants to f*ck with my mind this far away from the next event, he's going to have to do better than that.

'Sorry'! Pah.

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