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I like how it explains our gibberish afterwards :p
Posted by Aging Gamer on 2005 09 03 at 02:26 PM • permalink13 right, 7 wrong:
You’re a battler. Not much of a one, mind… but getting there.
You will have no trouble getting around, and understanding most things that are said to you. However avoid RSL clubs and old peoples homes, the nuances are lost on you.
Oh, well. Back to the books…..or would that be the pub? ;-PPosted by The_Real_JeffS on 2005 09 03 at 03:20 PM • permalinkYou got 15 answers right.
You got 5 answers wrong.You’ll be apples! Well… nearly anyway.
You will communicate fairly effectively with the native population, but they will still mutter “bloody yank” when you walk out of the pub.Better than I expected… purely guesses for about half of them, though.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2005 09 03 at 04:09 PM • permalinkWell, as a Queenslander, this was my result:
You got 20 answers right.
You got 0 answers wrong.
You’re a bottler, mate!
You are a fair dinkum, ridgy didge, dinky die, true blue, dyed-in-the-wool Ocker-like strine speaker. Well bugger me, you could probably even play a didgeridoo and know the proper way to twirl a billy. Goodonya. Get us another stubbie while you’re up, will ya… and have one yourself while you’re at it!Yeah, I only got one wrong. It’s that Queenslander thing again. Queenslanders are truly the most Australian of Australians, and if you disagree you can go suck on someone’s sav.
“You’re a little ripper!
You have a near perfect grasp of the colourful gab and can probably make yourself understood in most social occasions, such as Gazza’s weekly Barbie… but I bet you can’t throw a boomerang!”Methinks these lads (true-blue bonza blokes) have been watching the Barry McKenzie films.
Posted by Major Anya on 2005 09 03 at 06:16 PM • permalinkDespite Nicky’s external refinement as a gentleman, he too scored 20 out of 20, old chaps!
As a Sheila I scored a respectable 19 out of 20.
And yes Kaboom and Darlene, I think it is a Queensland thing. However, Nick asserts that the person who speaks English (or rather Australian) as a second language is often apt to be more precise than the native speaker.
This is code for Nick was once a Pommy bastard.
—Nora
Posted by The Thin Man Returns on 2005 09 03 at 06:36 PM • permalinkWell, as one of the resident bonza sheilas, I got 20 out of 20. Mind you, I tend to use a few of the phrases on a regular basis.
I do prefer ‘fair suck of the sauce bottle’ to ‘fair suck of the sav’, but that’s a victorian thing, I guess.
It’s like the difference between scallops and potato cakes, or cossies and togs.
And let’s not even think of going for pots, middies or schooners. I’ll have a Darwin stubby, mate, ta.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2005 09 03 at 06:51 PM • permalinkGamer: I like how it explains our gibberish afterwards
Well, not quite—wanting to match up the q with the a, I had to go back and forth between pages, fixing my selections until I could tell what was what.
I’ve been advised that I should stay at the Hilton, (quite flattering), and eat at McDonalds (a reward of some kind?).
Posted by zeppenwolf on 2005 09 03 at 07:12 PM • permalinkYou got 20 answers right.
You got 0 answers wrong.
You’re a bottler, mate!
You are a fair dinkum, ridgy didge, dinky die, true blue, dyed-in-the-wool Ocker-like strine speaker. Well bugger me, you could probably even play a didgeridoo and know the proper way to twirl a billy. Goodonya. Get us another stubbie while you’re up, will ya… and have one yourself while you’re at it!Indeed I will :)
Good Job, 11Bravo. When Halliburton finishes taking over Australia, you can get work as a translator…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2005 09 03 at 09:34 PM • permalinkYou got 12 answers right.
You got 8 answers wrong.
You’re a bit of a galah with the lingo.
...and you have a long way to go still, until you’ll be able to understand directions to get to the nearest public dunny.I suppose I’d get “bunged” in Australia.
But, hey, I’m from a red state, so that’s just part of why I’m not enlightened. (OK, technically Illinois is blue, but that’s just because the asshole of Illinois is blue!)
BTW, what the heck is a “dunny”?
A dunny, mate, is a crapper. Shit can. Thunderbox.
#14 Don’t come the raw prawn with me love, a chick who knows her strine is about as right as a chook with it’s head off, I’ll give you the drum.
For those of youse with no frickin’ clue about what that was, try over ‘ere. You’ll be good to go, fair dinkum.
Nora – over on the other site they are calling you an “emissary”, and they’re still in search of “proof” that Tim is oblivious to the nature of the Kingston blogspot site. Refer post by Jacob.A.Stam.
Others are expressing concern that Marg0 will starve to death (are they SERIOUS; they bought the “penniless” and “begging” thing?!), and they even seem to believe this would be a self-defeating outcome.
I have no concerns along these lines, as I think she will to be kept fat and happy on her endless supply of hubris. Come on – any person who, when seeing the pronoun “we”, in any context, genuinely believes that it could ONLY refer to her and her acolytes is suffering from an overdose of hubris, among other things. Demanding “real” names in her unreal universe is the least of her problems.
Mr. Bingley
I’m with spiny; 15-5
Yes, but did you just guess and go with what would sound funniest?
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2005 09 03 at 11:08 PM • permalink#24 cb, I’ve not heard about being as right as a chook with it’s head cut off - I’ve run around like one before, though.
And I will fess up that the morning after a big night on the turps I’m either looking like 2 bobs’ worth of godhelpme or the wreck of the Hesperus. Take your pick, cobber.
Speaking of dunnies, a la Slim Dusty
chorus:
There was a red-back on the toilet seat
When I was there last night,
I didn’t see him in the dark,
But boy! I felt his bite!
And now I’m here in hospital,
A sad and sorry plight,
And I curse that red-back spider
On the toilet seat last night.That actually happened to my grandad.
So my dad tells me. It’s gone down in family folklore, although considering that this is the same dad who told me when I was a kid that a dog that bit me got rabies and died…. maybe he was having a lend of me.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2005 09 03 at 11:23 PM • permalinkSorry Achillea, can’t tell you.
Secret Men’s Business.Posted by Pedro the Ignorant on 2005 09 04 at 01:53 AM • permalinkThe Returned & Services League:
The Role and Objectives of the RSL
To serve the interests of its members, veterans, the ex-service community and members of the Australian Defence Force, the RSL executes its role by effectively implementing the following objectives which are in accord with the League’s Mission Statement:Welfare.
Advocacy and Representation.
Assistance to all veterans and ex-service men and women regardless of their membership in the League.
Commemoration and Remembrance.
Participation in employment Programs for veterans, ex-service members and their dependants.
Commitment to democratic principles and practices.
Provision of a means for members to enjoy camaraderie and mateship.
Provision of effective and efficient management of RSL assets and resources for the benefit of its members and serving members of the ADF.
Act as an effective lobby group to Government and its departments.
Provision of moral and active support for the ADF.
Provision of a respected and meaningful voice within the community and Australian society.
Promotion of loyalty and pride which the League has for the Nation, its people, the Crown and the Flag.I love the RSL.
And the cheap drinks.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2005 09 04 at 03:18 AM • permalinkHarold, I am a Queenslander living in Victoria.
What do you make of that?
Anyway, Victorians all wear black, and smoke a lot and like football that is clearly the sort of stuff you would find in a dunny. They are un-Australian, as far as I can tell.
Posted by Major Anya on 2005 09 04 at 05:14 AM • permalinkDarlene, you are in trouble. How do you like the weather?
/sympathy
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2005 09 04 at 05:33 AM • permalinkMy Dad would be proud ;-),
You got 20 answers right.
You got 0 answers wrong.
You’re a bottler, mate!
You are a fair dinkum, ridgy didge, dinky die, true blue, dyed-in-the-wool Ocker-like strine speaker. Well bugger me, you could probably even play a didgeridoo and know the proper way to twirl a billy. Goodonya. Get us another stubbie while you’re up, will ya… and have one yourself while you’re at it!For the record I can twirl a billy but the didge playing sucks…
Wand, #44, yes they do. Mainly the older folks these days, but if you get out of town and into the country, you’ll find a few of the youngsters talk like it.
Hanging around like a shag on a rock and being flat out like a lizard drinking are two I use all the time.
I also like my hot chocolate with real moo juice, and my bum nuts poached.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2005 09 04 at 09:13 AM • permalinkYes, but did you just guess and go with what would sound funniest?
Sort of: I kept chanting to myself “what would Crocodile Dundee say…”
Posted by Mr. Bingley on 2005 09 04 at 02:46 PM • permalink#42 its no differnet to “Gidday, how are they hanging” or “Gidday, hows yer belly for spots?”
You could also be flat out like a one armed paperhanger with crabs or like a one armed taxi driver with crabs.
And Ross only a pommy would watch that prisoner/cellblock garbage while a true blue Aussie would use the wobble board to get the barbie going. But if you don’t like barbies you’re in strife.The only one I question is stodged. I think I have heard the term ‘stonkered’ used to mean having over-eaten but not stodged.
‘Where the pig bit you’ is just a variation on a theme - but I’ll be careful not to use it if I ever meet anyone with a nickname like Larrikin.
Habib you make me feel closer to Queenslanders. I hadn’t heard that description of Victorians before - its great.20 outta 20.
I’m a Sandgroper, and we don’t have “slabs” here we have cartons or (sadly) some young kids just say a “box of beer”—king browns, stubs or tinnies.
I remember my dad using the “pig bite” expression when I was a young kid, but he was in the navy (regs and reserve) for 20+ years and said a lot of bloody weird things! (“For God’s sake, Dad, ask the girl at Brumby’s for a couple of pasties, not bloody “tiddy-oggies”, she thinks you’re putting the hard word on her!)
“Stodged” almost lost me (though I figured it out from “stodge”). “Full as a politician’s wallet” I’d find more appropriate. ;-)
As a professional writer/editor, it saddens me to see how much of our colloquial language is disappearing, although there has been an upsurge of interest lately.
I worked with Kevin Bloody Wilson for 6+ years (he’s actually an old friend in “real” life) and was amazed at the inventiveness and uniqueness of language used by many of his fans. And I don’t just mean different ways to use four-letter words!
Habib—love your definition of Mexicans. I also like “South Australians—living proof that Tasmanians can swim”.
You got 19 answers right.
You got 1 answers wrong.
You’re a little ripper!
You have a near perfect grasp of the colourful gab and can probably make yourself understood in most social occasions, such as Gazza’s weekly Barbie… but I bet you can’t throw a boomerang!For someone born and bred in country New South Wales this is probably a bit embarrassing. The throwing the boomerang bit may be accurate though, I was never a good fielder in cricket.
Enjoying this thread. Checked it yesterday, but couldn’t log in… arrgh.
I got 20/20. Although I guessed the pig bit ya (same as “Thank yer mother for the rabbits”), and the stodge thing, too.
Years ago I me a friend of a friend in WA who was writing a book of Australian slang and strine. Lofty - wonder if he ever got it done?
My dad used to recite the alphabet, I can’t remember it all:
A for ‘orses (hay for horses)
B for mutton (beef or mutton)
C for miles (see for miles)
D for mation (defamation)
E for brick (heave a brick)
F for vescent (effervescent)
G for police
H for consent
I for detail (eye for detail)
J for orange (jaffa orange)
K for restaurant (cafe or restaurant)
L for leather (hell for leather - going really fast)
M for sis (emphasis)
N for lope (envelope)
O for the garden wall (over the garden wall)
P for relief
Q for a bus
R for Moe (half a mo - half a minute, wait on)
S for Williams (Esther Williams)
T for two (tea for two)
U for rear (euphoria)
V for la France (Viva la France)
W for quits
X for breakfast (eggs for breakfast)
Y for mistress (wife or mistress)
Z for breezes (zephyr)
I’m busier than a one legged man in an arse-kicking competition, so I will have to bugger off.My favourite was also at the G with a good mate of mine. It was the footy, though.
“Catch the ball you dumb bastartd! Oh, that’s right, you couldn’t catch pox in a Thai brothel!”
I also get stonkered on one too many glasses of plonk.
I love aussie english. It’s so much fun!
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2005 09 05 at 05:46 AM • permalinkGot 9 right thank god. Any more and I would have been rather worried.
Posted by Andrew Ian Dodge on 2005 09 05 at 07:46 AM • permalink
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