tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post3496450515519034880..comments2024-03-28T11:54:53.075+00:00Comments on Adullamite: Media, Man U, Haggis and AussiesAdullamitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537659871829290071noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-73459251931501932632014-01-26T23:27:22.558+00:002014-01-26T23:27:22.558+00:00Well...at least you enjoyed yourself while trying ...Well...at least you enjoyed yourself while trying to decipher it, Adullamite...and you've shown your good taste in guzzling an Aussie red. So all is not lost between a good red and a snag!! ;)<br /><br />I'd rather have a prawn than a shrimp!Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-10548780879235696432014-01-26T21:29:54.838+00:002014-01-26T21:29:54.838+00:00Carol, Well I hope you have had a fair dinkum day!...Carol, Well I hope you have had a fair dinkum day! I can assure you the hat went down well in the torrential rain today, the T-shirt and thongs led me into pneumonia, frostbite and trench foot, and the beer gave me several £60 tickets from guardians of the law. Possibly normal for an Aussie day out!<br /><br />Fly, You have a Queensland granddad? That explains everything! So glad you made the native eat haggis with the whisky, this is what civilizing foreign johnnies is all about. maybe you should visit Granddad's home.....?<br /> <br />Lee, What?<br />I started reading that at 8:15 this morning and finished about four o'clock! It took a bottle of Aussie red to help me understand that! <br />Anyway, I'd rather have a snag than a shrimp! <br /><br />Adullamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15537659871829290071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-44886004828828302332014-01-26T01:05:46.428+00:002014-01-26T01:05:46.428+00:00I wrote this for you, Adullamite...a lesson in Aus...I wrote this for you, Adullamite...a lesson in Aussie slang...it may come in handy for you if you're ever caught stealing a loaf of bread and are sent down this way (also...remember how to hold your umbrella once here)!<br /><br />"G’Day! Normal is never normal; normal changes day by day normally; or, perhaps month by month if it’s moving slower than normal. The Ashes are over; no more overs are left over from the Series. Ace result, Aussies; a boil-over! There were many aces in the tennis, too. It’s almost “game; set and match”. I love the tennis. January has been an exhausting month for me. When the last ball flies the coop I’ll be back to normal, in a manner of speaking! My exercise regime is nearing its end. I sometimes played tennis when I had fewer years on the scoreboard; I’ve not had a game in donkey’s years. I was completely hopeless at tennis; as useless as an ashtray on a surfboard! I couldn’t hit my way out of a wet paper bag, but I enjoyed myself. Fair crack of the whip (or racquet)…at least I gave it a go. The few tennis lessons I had didn’t help. Dead-set, I was a lost cause. I had Buckley’s chance of being Gympie’s answer to Margaret Court. Buckley had a better chance than I did. In 1984 I competed in a Round Robin competition in Noosa – once – one match; enough said! Blink and it was all over; even Robin didn’t want to be around! I doubt anyone other than me remembers the momentous occasion; and that’s probably good a thing. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but it was a very amusing one. Amusing wasn’t the intention! After the event I retired quietly without fanfare, which is normal in such situations. I got the rough end of the pineapple when it came to tennis talent.<br /><br />Moving on…let’s not forget the other normal for January. As well as January being the starting block of a new year, Australia Day is on the 26th; and who doesn’t mind having a bit of a rage on Aussie Day? Fair dinkum! You didn’t forget it, did you? Stone the flamin’ crows! You’d be a bit of a drongo if you did! Let me give you the drum. I won’t be throwing any shrimps on the barbie. If I throw anything on the barbie it’ll be prawns. They’re good tucker. I reckon I’ll guzzle a few coldies while I’m sweating over the coals. You, too, should give it a burl. It’s a rip snorter way to wag an arvo. If you get sprung by your Sheila and she starts carrying on like a pork chop – she’ll be apples, mate! I’ll carry the can – ridgy-didge. Fair crack of the whip - if I’m asked: “Where the bloody hell are you?” I’ll tell ‘em to belt up. I won’t dob you in. Only a yobbo would ask such a silly question, anyway! No worries, Bluey! Us banana benders can take a joke, hey! Our blood’s worth bottlin’! No fruit loops here. Holy dooley! We’ll just tell the dingbats to rack off if they start acting like dropkicks. There’re too many galahs around these days. You betcha! They’re all mug lairs! It’s about time they acted their age, not their shoe size. Between you, me and the gatepost, most of them are a rooster one day and feather duster the next! My cobber, who’s as subtle as a kick in the-you-know-where reckons a few bushies should grab ‘em by the scruffs of their necks; put ‘em in the round yard; throw the lot at ‘em, including the kitchen sink and a few brumbies! Teach ‘em what life is really about! Most of ‘em wouldn’t work in an iron lung! <br />I’m going to shoot through now. <br /><br />Good onyas…have a bonzer Australia Day! If you don’t like prawns, grab a snag!<br /><br /><br /><br />Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-40065786836453694572014-01-25T23:48:49.568+00:002014-01-25T23:48:49.568+00:00I've made my own haggis, but in a bowl as the ...I've made my own haggis, but in a bowl as the appropriate stomach was lacking.<br />Neeps are unknown in this heathenish outpost, so mashed spud will be the sole accompaniment...apart from whisky.<br /><br />The neighbour who asked if he could come round for the whisky but be excused the haggis has been upbraided.<br /><br />I can read small print quite well....not only from England, but largely from Essex,I believe, which may account for the accent...<br /><br />And before anyone throws a blazing barbie at me, my maternal grandfather was from Queensland...the fly in the webhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563871975125538755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539163.post-83802148969910030262014-01-25T21:32:56.287+00:002014-01-25T21:32:56.287+00:00Happy AUS Day A-man!
Firstly, I am glad you are...Happy AUS Day A-man! <br /><br />Firstly, I am glad you are feeling less anxious about life because of your purposeful change. Of course you will have withdrawal symptoms. NEWS is a drug. Getting your fix is a habit. NEWS does not control you. YOU decide how you look at things, think about things and feel about things.<br /><br />So to second point and that little soccer team Man U ~ that would make news editors nothing more than drug dealers. It won't hurt them to come in 8th or 9th this season. Winning (all the time) is just another drug.<br /><br />To third point ~ is Burns Night your national day then in lieu of true Scottish independence? Are you really sad that you had a cheese sanga (that's Aussie for sandwich) instead of haggis? Might poetry in all its forms be the true elixir of life?<br /><br />And finally to your lovely thoughts ~ I will venture out this afternoon and soak up some of the atmosphere of the day at The Esplanade. Who really needs a special day to celebrate being Aussie? You do ~ so in all my power, I am making you an honorary Aussie for the day. Tomorrow when you wake up, you will be waking up an Aussie, with all that that title entails. Enjoy YOUR Australia Day tomorrow A-man. Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05592150238891296272noreply@blogger.com