When I grow up I want to be Corey Worthington

because not only can I use the word "insouciance" correctly,

but I can pronounce it with just enough of a French accent

to indicate that it almost belongs in Narre Warren.

But mostly it's because of the yellow plastic sunnies

and the parties.  When I grow up

I want to almost belong in Narre Warren.

I want to be an early adaptor

to alcopops, tatts and 'tude.

When told to take a good, hard look at myself,

I want to be able to respond:

"I have, and so have millions.  And they liked what they saw."