AHA "Wrap ya laughing year around this" means eat this or much later on, try and say this. Strine develops with the times. Mickey Mouse used to mean something that was rubbish, now its strine for the strine, it means Grouse. But then again, if you are in the wrong Pub, they might think you mean rubbish when you mean great.
Stock Standard. It means basic. We took that and turned it into Stock aka something regularly stocked. When rubbish was imported from o/s Stock meant good stuff. Then it became to mean rubbish again when imports were of good quality. Now the youth use Stock fo rExcellent. Youd need to be a Rhodes Scholar to work it all all out.
Many of our sayings have become localised. Ask for a Pot of beer instead of a Middy on the wrong side of the border and you are instantly labelled as "out of town". Youve blown the cover you laid when you parked around the corner. The trick is to speak like a local. If you do that, they cant be sure that you are not related to someone they know, so its first class all the way.
Up the bush, when you go into the pub, and believe me, if you dont do pubs, dont bother going uo the scrub, they will ask your name, your surname. They want to connect with you. Small Town Syndrome you see.
One person listened to Brian Cadd for the first time today, that makes me happy! It will make Caddy happy too next time I see hm!
Music is all a bit of a mystery to me. We didnt have as much as a Harmonica between us. To think that some people can play anything they touch and make the World happy is a great gift. I am not impressed by much really. Bravery and Compassion and Musical ability are all that impress me when it comes down to it.
I often listen to random music on youtube. I cant abide rap tho. It should be banned. Everything else is better than watching 3.5 minutes of ads on TV every 10 minutes.
Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
"You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me"
I was starving and this bloody great sheep came down for a drink at the lake I was camped at.
Well I ran like buggery, being on the dole and all and tackled the bastard as hard as I could, fair dinkum I was drooling before as I cut its throat.
I was singing my head off as I stuffed it into my Esky, I was singing:
"Youre in the fridge you bastard, bound for a bbq".