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Rum Jungle Jam
Apple crumble happily bubbling in the oven. Wine glasses scattered across the table. One hour to go until the Rum Jungle Agricultural Society began buttering up Harold Jones. It was Georgie's idea. She wrote the letter to the head of the Uranium mine, inviting him to our committee meeting tonight, promising all kinds of “epicurean delights”. This gave the letter, a touch of glamour and reminded Jones of his city home. A person like Jones doesn’t relocated to the isolated upper tip of Australia unless he’s going to make a bomb! A financial bomb, I mean. And the RJAS wanted a bit of that filthy lucre to stay in Rum Jungle.