In 2005, Australia and the rest of the world was introduced to the very secretive and rather lucrative spy organisation that goes by the name Directorate for Extra-territorial Defence or D.E.D. That introduction came in the form of the highly entertaining D.E.D. Dead by Geoff McGeachin.
'Canberra' is apparently an Aboriginal word meaning a place where one's tax dollars are pissed away. A self-governing territory and the seat of our federal government, it has also the country's most liberal liquor laws, a thriving blackmarket trade in sky rockets and double bungers, and is home to the nation's mail-order dirty-video business. All in all, a combination to make a bloke's chest swell with patriotic pride.
I nodded. 'Fancy a moonlit walk through the grapevines with your old Uncle Alby?'
'I've had some seriously creepy offers in my life, Alby, but that one really takes the cake.'
'Bloody bike dyke,' I said.
'Career public servant,' Gudrun retorted.
She always was better that me when it came to name-calling.
There's a theft, there's a major international incident in the offing, there's danger, there's even a little bit of steamy sex, but there's plenty of humour and enterainment from go to whoa. Give it a read for a great example of Australian humor tied up in a espionage-type bow.