Tom had been in the police for 25 years.
>
> Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land
> in the hills in Tasmania as far from humanity as possible. He sees the
> postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's
> total peace and quiet.
>
> After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his
> door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.
>
> 'Name's Cliff, your neighbour from 40 miles up the road. Having a
> Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about
> 5pm ...'
>
> 'Great', says Tom, 'after six months out here I'm ready to meet some
> local folks. Thank you.'
>
> As Cliff is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn you. Be some drinking'.'
>
> 'Not a problem' says Tom. 'After 25 years in the business, I can drink
> with the best of 'em'.
>
> Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.
> 'More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too.'
>
> 'Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right!
> I'll be there. Thanks again.'
>
> 'More'n likely be some wild sex, too,'
>
> 'Now that's really not a problem' says Tom, warming to the idea. 'I've
> been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there.. By the way,
> what should I wear?'
>
> 'Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us.'

>