But how true to Aussie life is Neighbours?!
“Neighbours is set in Ramsay Street, a residential cul-de-sac in the fictional Melbourne suburb of Erinsborough. Exploring the trials and tribulations of families and friends, Neighbours brings the perfect blend of soap and sunshine to audiences in Australia and beyond”. For more See Here
“Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours With a little understanding, you can find the perfect blend Neighbours, should be there for one another That’s when good neighbours become good friends…”
then chances are you’ll be familiar with the
Neighbours theme tune music (shown here in blue)
and can sing-a-long!
‘Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours Just a friendly wave each morning, helps to make a better day Neighbours, need to get to know each other Next door is only a footstep away…”
Today I thought I’d take you along with the Crazy Poodle, on a little local walkabout.
Now the first striking difference between my neighbours and
those in Erinsborough is we don’t live in a cul-de-sac
and we like Good Fences.
Indeed, rather big fences round our properties!
“Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours With a little understanding, you can find the perfect blend Neighbours, should be there for one another That’s when good neighbours become good friends…”
Secondly, if I was the script writer for Neighbours
They’d be way more animals on set.
Every second house around here
has a dog’s nose peering at you from somewhere!
The real Erinsborough, Vermont South
Is about 20 mins drive from us
Although our claim to fame is that the Kylie’s parents (of Charlene fame)
live about three streets away in the posh houses up the hill.
Our neighbourhood is a real mixture of housing,
old and new, the posh and waiting to be rebuilt...
Although we live next door to each other,
unlike the real Neighbours,
we don’t especially know the ‘ins and outs’ of each others lives,
births, deaths and marriages aside…
Indeed in our street
We have to make a real effort to see each other.
We have the street Christmas party
to see people we haven’t seen all year,
and generally every few months, us ladies do lunch to ‘catch up.’
However, having said that,
we’re a pretty effective Neighbourhood Watch team.
Word travels superfast if there’s any funny business about town!
Plus the dogs tell us.
Thirdly we don’t need a script writer
Truth can be weirder than fiction…
It’s not to say that we’re not without drama in our street,
but most is played out behind closed doors,
without a TV crew.
However there was the night, many moons ago
I’m in my Qantas PJ’s, in the front garden
investigating a small fracas in the street.
Woken by shouting and six police cars, sirens off but lights flashing
causing a riotous disco at 2am.
We didn’t know our local Constabulary owned six police cars!
I shall spare the blushes of my fellow neighbours, now long gone…
“Everything all right Officer?” I say to the Policeman
wishing I’d put my dressing gown on!
“Everything’s fine,
Just go back inside”
He replies as he handcuffs my neighbour to my fence
I wanted to say ‘wrong fence,‘ but think better of it and
shuffle off back up the drive in my slippers…
When I hear a loud “Psssst, what’s going on?”
another neighbour asks,
crouching low amongst her shrubbery?”
‘Goodness Gracious me!
You scared the living daylights out of me.
What on earth are you doing in the flower beds?’
‘I only came out to water the roses…She replies in a low whisper
and now look what’s happened!!!‘
‘You’re Ok,
I don’t think you’re going to get done
for breaching the water restrictions tonight…”
I whisper back
‘Sleep tight!’
“You too, just as soon as the disco’s gone!’
I think that was the moment we became good friends.
That’s when good neighbours become good friends That’s when good neighbours become good friends”
