Friday Boganomics – The Almighty Dollar

20 05 2011

The Australian dollar is the only currency that the bogan believes in. It’s the currency that last year’s designer drug can be purchased in, it’s the currency that Centrelink can be defrauded in, and it’s the currency that can be acquired in wholesale volumes when one goes and works in the mines. While Australia’s economy was doing very well through the middle of last decade, there was a problem. Other nations were also doing well, and the exchange rate of the Australian dollar was not high. This weighed heavily on the bogan’s heart whenever it proposed to venture to Thailand, Bali, Thailand, or Bali.

Having a moderately valued currency was like getting beaten at cricket by Bangladesh. Bogans were unhappy. Unable to afford yet another Contiki Tour, a meeting of bogans was convened at the local glassing barn. The first idea raised was that everyone should join the army, and go and f**k up other countries in order to cripple their economies. This suggestion was received positively, but due to the fact that bogans mainly just talk about joining the army, it was not practical. The second idea raised seemed irrelevant, but turned out to be inadvertently genius. “Bugger this, I’m going to go work in the mines”, uttered one bogan from underneath its Von Dutch trucker cap. And so it was, even more bogans moved northwards and westwards to dig holes for their Chinese overlords.

Soon after came the subprime mortgage crisis in the United States, which subsequently became a debt-crisis that engulfed the developed world. But not Australia; it even avoided a recession due to the ongoing Chinese demand for Australian holes. Miraculously, the Aussie battler dollar began to rise from the canvas. Unsteady at first, it lurched past 90 US cents in October 2009, falling back again in mid-2010 due to the deferral of interest rate rises. While deferring interest rate rises pleases the bogan, deferring the inflation of the Aussie dollar displease the bogan very nearly as much. Hence, like the little ANZAC that it is, it came again. Mind you, much of this was due to the US Federal Reserve was desperately trying to devalue its currency in order to revive its own uncompetitive and/or obsolete export industries…

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20 05 2011
Mick

As much as the mining bogan is chuffed with the high dollar because of its hard work, it is miffed with its kiwi cousin, the brogan.

While the bogan is bragging about how much it can spend on kronic, the brogan will slip in a comment about how much bang for the buck it will get in NZ dollars. The immediate witty and cutting reply from the bogan will be “yeah, buy lots of sheep for that, eh?”.

Never in front of a Maori though. The bogan is shit-scared of Maoris.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Me too, I watched Once were Warriors.

20 05 2011
Mick

Ha! I was having a drink with a few Maori guys and the acting career of Temuera Morrison was raised. Being a smartarse, I expressed surprise that he was an actor and suggested that Once Were Warriors was, in actual fact, not a true story.

One put his drink down, looked me in the eyes and assured me it was. A shiver ran up my spine that day. They then told me stories about their youth and brogan glassin’ barns.

So yes Simon, I too am shit-scared of them.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

One of my aunts is married to a massive Maori bloke, all the tats and everything. If you saw him on the street you’d shit yourself. But he’s one of the nicest blokes I’ve ever met. I’ve never seen him lose his cool – even when the Wallabies beat the All Blacks.

20 05 2011
urbanreverie

A Maori anecdote of my own … a couple of years ago I parallel parked on a busy road, and when I came back to my car I saw that I was boxed in by a massive 4WD (what else?) in front of me, the driver of which left me with about three inches of space. Exticating myself from my parking space was going to require a 117-point turn.

During the 117-point turn my towbar nudged into the licence plate cover on a small hatchback behind me. I got out and surveyed my lovely handiwork. The damage was minor; the perspex had cracked and broken onto the bitumen but there was no other harm done.

Then a Maori fellow, approximately 6’4″ tall and built like an All Blacks front rower, standing outside a tattoo parlour sauntered over with clenched fists and expressed a bit of outrage while towering over me menacingly. “Oh, shut, bro! That’s my wife’s car, bro! Guv us a hundred bucks, bro, to pay for the damage!”

I admitted liability but said I would only pay a fair and proper price, which I estimated to be about ten dollars.

“Naah, it’s a hundred bucks, bro! Guv us a hundred bucks right now!”

I stood my ground, said ten bucks, and then offered that I’d gladly go to Supercheap Auto and buy a cover if he was willing to wait around.

“But I’m only here to get a tatt … this is my wife’s car, bro, I can’t wait around … All right, guv us fufty bucks, bro! Fufty bucks or else, bro!”

Once again, while resisting the urge to spoil my jeans with a copious amount of urine, I said there was no way that the damage totalled fifty dollars, and once again reiterated my offer to install a brand new licence plate cover – this time, with an offer to drive to his place to install the cover if he couldn’t wait around.

I’m 5’7″, a nerdy intelleksyual inner-city bleedin’-heart violin-playing pinko, and couldn’t fight my way out of a wet paper bag. To say that I was shitting bricks was a bit of an understatement. I was half expecting the other customers of the tattoo parlour who were watching to come out and beat the crap out of me too.

But then, to my surprise, he relented. “Don’t worry about it, bro. It’s Easter, bro. Peace and goodwill to all mankind!”

I said “Umm … are you sure?” Out of surprise, and the fact that I was quite happy to make amends. Then he once again repeated – I was off the hook. We shook hands and farewelled each other and wished each other a Happy Easter.

I think the fact I got out of that situation in one piece has something to do with the Maori concept of mana, respecting people who have personal prestige and stick to their ground. Or that’s what I tell myself anyway. 🙂

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Class, UR. That’s what seperates the Maori/Islander from the bogan.

We’ll (I say we here because I of course am half Fijian, which is where my pugilistic instincts come from) smash anyone who messes with us, but we respect anyone with the balls to stand up for him/herself. And we look out for those who can’t defend themselves rather than take advantage of them – which is why I always get one of my cousins to come with me whenever I have a night out.

20 05 2011
Mick

The Maori despises the Aboriginal…reckons they have no respect for themselves.

You’d think they would know better…you know, with both of them having to deal with the problems that white colonialism brought.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

They handled it differently, though.

The Maoris took the Poms head on and fought them, which eventually led to the Treaty of Waitangi – while there’s still plenty of debate over the terms in NZ, it’s still a much better deal than what Aboriginals got.

*Source – one year of uni in Auckland*.

21 05 2011
Davo

The Maoris invented trench warfare 50 years before WW1. The Maori “pa” style trench was used by the Japs 75years later. The Maoris are the only “native” people to beat the British and force a treaty.(the Zulus came close)

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord of Glassin' Carnts

I’ve always thought that the Maori “victory” did a lot to explain the attitude of the white New Zealander when it comes to race relations.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord of Glassin' Carnts

Watching bogans interact with Maoris and Islanders is one of the funniest experiences one can have.

20 05 2011
martin

Maoris and Tongans are built like brick shithouses and fight like mad and can easily outglass the average bogan. The bogan highly respects this skill.

21 05 2011
Davo

Why do you think they cloned Temuera Morrison to make Storm Troopers.
“Jake the muss in outer space”

24 06 2011
Bogan Aussie

You seriously need to leave Uni and get a real job. Still a student in your 30’s is not healthy.

20 05 2011
chris - Bogan Whisperer to the Rich and Famous

**WARNING: Disturbing image on the Macrobusiness site. I threw up in my mouth a little when I saw that.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord of Glassin' Carnts

When the Aussie dollar reached parity with the US, I tweeted and posted on Facebook that we should get an extra national holiday and call it Australia Day 2.

The number of bogans who thought I was serious in reply was mind-boggling even for me. Just goes to show – if you’re gonna do sarcasm with a bogan you gotta do it in person, with the 2 1/2 Men inflection. Me, I only ever do it deadpan so no one ever gets it.

20 05 2011
chris - Bogan Whisperer to the Rich and Famous

…and some canned laughter.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

And a fat kid.

20 05 2011
p'bee

fat kids really are crucial to bogan comedies, aren’t they?

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Yep, coz they’re fat.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Hey everyone, much excitement – Charlie Sheen has been replaced by…….. Dah da…. Ashton Kutcher!

This planet is going to hell in a handbag. The baby jebus will have his revenge on us.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Old news, Simon.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Not to me.

20 05 2011
p'bee

it does time perfectly with the apocalypse: http://www.may21-2011.com/

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Sh*t, I was going to go out to lunch tomorrow but there is another damned apocalypse.

Ah well I guess it’s been a year or so since the last one was forecast.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Actually, I am very much in favour of this one.

By my understanding, the Rapture means that all the Jesus freaks are going to be spirited to heavenb,leaving the unbelievers behind. I can roll with that.

20 05 2011
Edward

I would say that Hugh Grant, whom the producers also entered considered, but 1) I don’t feel that would have been in his best interest, and 2) it is not as though I would have watched the show anyway, so I am essentially non-partisan, intrinsically.

20 05 2011
Edward

Damn, missing words. That ought to say “….Hugh Grant, whom the producers considered would have been preferable, but 1)….”

20 05 2011
Edward

And it posted in the wrong place, my day is complete.

21 05 2011
Davo

Did the fat kid on “Hey Dad” get molested?

21 05 2011
Edward

No it wasn’t Matthew Krok, it was his co-star Sarah Monahan. I still find the whole thing deeply disturbing.

20 05 2011
martin

The bogan likes to revel in how it can now buy overseas and not get ripped off by the retailers. Except when it looks at shipping costs it gives up and just goes to it’s local Westfield anyway.

Well that’s what happened to me, I wanted a new doona cover and they were about $80 in Target, I saw one in the US for about $35 dollars but the shipping was $37. I feel a bit miffed that I can’t wield my new found bogan powers and hurt not so much the retailer, but the bastards like Lowy and their obscene rents.

I would like to see David Jones go down though. I hate DJs, their staff make me want to glass them, so snotty.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Hey!! F*ck you Martin, I work at DJ’s.

Not really I just wanted to tell you to f*ck yourself. I feel good now, somehow lighter, thanks dude.

20 05 2011
martin

No you’re just a big p00f who wears lycra. F#ck you Simon!

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Actually I am a medium height, skinny poof in Lycra so f€ck you and the horse you came on.

20 05 2011
urbanreverie

Join us on a spin down the M4 as we pay yet another visit to our friends at …

THE BOGUE & BOGUETTE SHOW!!!

(THE SCENE: The combined kitchen/grand dining area on the upper storey of BOGUE and BOGUETTE’s McMansion. The stainless steel fridge and dishwasher are groaning away, the slate floor is sparkling clean, and the digital clock on the Smeg wall oven says “15:30”.

BOGUETTE is standing behind the faux-granite bench making sandwiches. The front door slams shut and BOGUE in his workwear stomps up the stairs).

BOGUE: (reaches out for one of the sandwiches on a plate) Woohoo! ham, cheese and tomato sauce sangers! Me favourite! You sure know a way to a bloke’s heart, don’tcha?

BOGUETTE: (playfully slaps BOGUE on the back of his hand) Oi! They’re not for you, honey! I’m making them for Braiden and his mate, he’s bringing a friend from the state school over. Ain’t that just so sweet, the kids are makin’ friends and stuff already!

BOGUE: Yeah, great to know that the brats are settlin’ in an’ shit. I just hope it ain’t some kid from that Housing Commission estate on the other side of the motorway full of junkies and nutjobs!

(The front door opens and closes and BRAIDEN, a nine-year-old garbage guts who looks a bit like the fat kid from Hey, Dad! but with somewhat longer hair, climbs the stairs accompanied by his new friend SAEED, a swarthy, skinny, well-groomed boy of the same age.)

BOGUETTE: (pecks BRAIDEN on the cheek and gives him a quick hug) Hello, sweetie! Did you have a good day at school today? So, introduce your new friend.

BRAIDEN: Hi Mum. This is me new friend from my class, Saeed. Saeed, this is me Mum and me Dad.

(BOGUE stands there in silence, arms folded, mouth agape)

BOGUETTE: Hi, Saeed, lovely to meet you. Would you like some sandwiches? I made them just for you!

SAEED: (speaks in perfect Australian accent) Sure thing, miss! (grabs sandwich from plate) Umm, is this ham?

BOGUETTE: Yeah, it’s ham with cheese and tomato sauce.

SAEED: Sorry, miss. My Mum and Dad say I’m not allowed to eat ham and stuff because it’s made from pork.

BOGUETTE: Oh, sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know … well, I have some bacon in the fridge, would you like me to fry up some bacon and eggs for you instead?

SAEED: Ummm, that’s OK, miss. I’m, umm … not that hungry.

BOGUE: So, little fella … tell us a bit about yourself.

SAEED: Ummm, I’m Saeed and … .ummm … I go to the same school as Braiden and stuff, and … ummm …

BOGUE: Loik, where are you from and stuff? You’re not an Aussie ….

SAEED: I was born here, but my Mum and Dad are from Afghanistan. They reckon that they came here on a ship called the Tampa or sumfint.

BOGUE: Is that roit? Well, what does your Daddy do, sonny? Does he fly planes?

BRAIDEN: Didn’t ya say he works on computers and stuff, Saeed?

SAEED: Yeah, he does stuff with computers, he works for a bank or sumfint.

BOGUE: So he doesn’t fly planes into buildings and crap?

SAEED: Umm, no, he doesn’t.

BOGUE: So he doesn’t walk around an’ crap with twenty sticks of dynamite strapped to his gut, shouting out “Silence! I kill you!”? (chuckles softly at this great witticism)

SAEED: Ummmm …. no, mister.

BOGUE: So, you don’t eat pork, huh? You’re a Muslim?

SAEED: Yeah, so me parents reckon. I don’t know. They just say I shouldn’t eat pork because pigs are really, really bad and things.

BRAIDEN: Anyway, Dad, me and Saeed are going to play some footy. Back soon! (to SAEED) I bags playin’ for the Panfers!

SAEED: No, I’m gonna be the Panfers! You can be the Eels!

(BRAIDEN and SAEED go into BRAIDEN’s bedroom where they play Rugby League Live on his Xbox, and close the door behind them)

BOGUE: (swipes plate of sandwiches off the kitchen bench onto the floor, where the plate shatters) Urrghgurughkkurgghnt! I knew it! I knew this would happen! The kids have been at their new bloody school barely a week and they’re already bringin’ a bunch of ragheads home! What’s next? Me boys converting to Muslimanity? Hangin’ around with stinky terrorists who won’t even eat a farkin’ ham sandwich?

BOGUETTE: Settle the bloody hell down! How dare you embarrass me like that! Saeed looks like a nice kid, he’s polite, I reckon he’ll be a good influence and crap. But you have to be a f#$kin’ pig and embarrass me and embarrass poor little Braiden with them comments about strapping dynamite to his gut and 9/11 and stuff!

BOGUE: Urgghghukurrghnt! Embarrass me? YOU’RE the farkin’ embarrassment! What’s Jason next door gonna fink of me if he ever finds out that me kids are hanging out with stinky dirty towelhead kids from Al-Qaeda? Now that’s farkin’ embarrassment!

BOGUETTE: The kid’s an Aussie, he didn’t even have a foreign accent! He’s playin’ footy with Braiden, how Aussie can you get? Who cares if he’s a Muslim!

BOGUE: What would you know? I swear, me and the boys on the site read in the Tele during me lunch break the other day that Muslims wanna introduce Sharnia Law to Astraya, and that they all worship Osama bin Laden and treat their women like dirt! It’s right there in the Qur’an! Now he’s got a Muslim friend? I blame you! If you didn’t lose your job maybe we could afford to keep the kids at the Holy Redeemer of Sacred Light Biblical Christian College where there ain’t no bloody foreign kids!

BOGUETTE: (hysterical) Listen! You’re the one who pulled the kids out of that school after you had that spat wiv the principal an’ shit! Don’t put the f$%kin’ blame on me, y’unnerstand? I was quite prepared to keep Aiden, Braiden, Jaiden and Kaiden at the Holy Redeemer of Sacred Light, I even came up with a list of sacrifices so we could keep paying the school fees. But no! “Oh, I’m not givin’ up Foxtel!” “Oh, I’m not givin’ up having the aircon on 24-bloody-7!” So don’t put the blame on me, it ain’t bloody fair!

BOGUE: What, so it’s my fault now, is it? My fault? That’s it, I’m walking down to the tavern. No farkin’ Muslims there, let me tell you. And when I get home, that Mohammad or Abdul or whatever the fark that reffo brat’s name is had better be gone. Braiden, hangin’ out with ragheads. I try to raise me kids to be Aussies. I didn’t get this tatt for nuffint! (points to the AUSSIE PRIDE tattoo with his suburb’s postcode on his right forearm and storms off to get changed to go to the tavern)

THE END

20 05 2011
lolplates

Ah so Bogue is a Shire boy? 2233 represent…. I am so glad that shop closed down.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Just a warning UR – if Bogue is a Shire boy don’t think I will hesitate to glass you.

Otherwise, brilliant episode.

20 05 2011
Bag O'Turnips

I think somehow—and as a Sandgroper an’ sh¡t who knows only relatively little of Sydney—that the Bogue Famoly are Westies, given the previous episodes giving some geographical pointers, like the M5, the NRL teams (Penriff Panfers and Parramatta Eels) and the shopping mall (can’t recall the name of the top of my head…Penrith Plaza?…never stopped anywhere West of Parramatta long enough!).

Bogue’s tatt probably has a 274-or-5-something postcode etched indelibly into his skin, forever condemned to outer suburban hell for the term of his unnatural life.

20 05 2011
p'bee

they are westies.

20 05 2011
martin

Not necessarily, there’s lots of nice big houses with utes out the front here on the Northern Beaches. The bogan is definitely laughing these days. Well, a lot of them are.

But yeah I’m sure urbanreverie is probably situating them in the North West or West of Sydney. Where the McMansions stretch as far as the eye can see.

20 05 2011
urbanreverie

You are right, Turnips. In my mind, I set the Bogue & Boguette Show in Penrith – Glenmore Park, specifically, the most appallingly designed McMansion-infested shithole in the country, where even the primary streets are so narrow even the Westbus buses which come once an hour have trouble negotiating the chicanes, speed bumps and fried-egg roundabouts, cut off from the rest of Penrith and the rest of the world (mentally and geographically) by the M4 motorway.

So Bogue would have a 2745 tattoo. 😀

But I try not to make too many overt references to Penrith and Glenmore Park in my little weekly shows – because Bogue & Boguette could live anywhere – North Lakes QLD, Narre Warren VIC, Jerrabombera NSW, Mawson Lakes SA, Clarkson WA, etc etc ad nauseam til kingdom come …

BTW Penriff Plaza has never been mentioned in the B&B Show, except obliquely (the Penriff Hog’s Breath Cafe is in Penriff Plaza).

Oh, and Ash – the Shire is bogan. Sorry. Glass me. I dare you. 🙂

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

*glassed, but on the shoulder so that there’s no facial damage*

I knew B&B were westies, but I thought you might have made Bogue a Shire boy originally who left because there’s no maxxtreme McMansions here that his bank will loan him enough money to buy.

20 05 2011
urbanreverie

No, Bogue is definitely not a Shire boy. He’s not redneck enough! 😉

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

You’re getting dangerously close to earning a facial glassing…

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Shire folk suck Donkey Balls.

20 05 2011
Mick

Bogue cant be a Shire boy.

All of his kids are under one roof.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

So many glassin’ candidates, so few arms….man I wish I could invoke Shiva about now.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

I think Bogue has all his own teeth.

20 05 2011
Mick

Hey Ash, they tell me they found Bin Laden in the Sharkies trophy room.

Close to the sand, bombed plenty of matches and nobody has gone in there in forty year. Makes sense.

20 05 2011
Mick

Simon, this is why Cronulla don’t win many games.

Even the sharks in the area can’t grow teeth.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Is the mascot a gummy shark?

20 05 2011
martin

I think The Shire suffers from a bit of an identity crisis. They’re not really libtards, not really neo liberal bastards like those on the eastern suburbs and not really rednecks given the cost of a house and the train lines. Their footy team is a demoralised mess and they’ve got to deal with unwanted infrastructure like the airport and botany bay.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

No wonder they are f#cked up.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

That’s it, all you carnts are getting glassed.

Martin’s right though. We don’t really belong anywhere. The inner suburbs are pure bogan, but the beach areas are too expensive for bogans but too trashy for the super rich set.

21 05 2011
urbanreverie

Not really redneck enough, Martin?

Two words: Scott. Morrison.

*self-glasses in an attempt to deprive Ash the pleasure of glassing me*

21 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Hey, don’t blame me. I didn’t vote for that sanctimonious, Bible-thumping arsehole.

21 05 2011
martin

I was just trying to be nice urban. It looks redneck as f#ck to me. Looks pretty scary. They look like even bigger wankers than the bogans on the northern beaches.

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Hmmm…wonder if there’s a TV network that would buy a show based oin that concept.

The Glassing Wars. Where a group of the most skilled glassers from the Shire travel to the northern beaches and attempt to out-glass the cunts from up there.

Fark it, I’m pitching it to Nein. Me and Martin can co-host.

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Hmmm…wonder if there’s a TV network that would buy a show based oin that concept.

The Glassing Wars. Where a group of the most skilled glassers from the Shire travel to the northern beaches and attempt to out-glass the carnts from there.

Fark it, I’m pitching it to Nein. Me and Martin can co-host.

22 05 2011
martin

Ha ha. I laughed Ash. The winner can take on the kings of glassing from somewhere out west. International glassings as well, the best might be from Glasgow or somewhere in the UK.

22 05 2011
Mick

I would back the glassing champs from Glassin’ Central Perth, Northbridge, against anyone from the east.

World champ would be someone from South America. They’ll hit you over the head with a mirrorball there.

20 05 2011
shakPower

Haha ‘Muslimanity’ classic! this would make riveting reality tv, suprised channel 9 and 7 havnt already got a show like this.

20 05 2011
p'bee

this week’s bogue and boguette show is a masterpiece. well done.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Another thought: bogans, as a rule, get mildly irritated when their kids hang out with non-Orstrayans, but they tend to chill out and react more like Boguette did if they’re minorities who talk like Aussies and don’t threaten them any more than teaching them how to tell an Indian taxi driver he’s a farking bludging carnt (obviously, this was a way I became a favourite of all my bogan mates’ parents – my own, on the other hand, were not so impressed once they found out).

But let’s just say when women and hormones get involved…

20 05 2011
AntiPajero

Your best one yet, I think…!
I also think that in the interests of region sensitivity, you should replace all instances of “ain’t” with “s’not”.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Yep, Chris Lilley should tape this instead, much better. And you’ve got a fat kid.

Has anyone seen week 2 of Angry boys yet. I have it recorded but not got around to seeing if it is an improvement on week 1 yet.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

It’s worse. Much worse.

Week 1 was pretty disjointed, but it had some sick one-liners. Week 2 doesn’t even have those.

It has Lilley playing a black rapper who I think is meant to be a parody of the studio gangsta (a middle class kid from the suburbs who plays like a guy from the hood) but he just ends up rehashing lame gangsta cliches.

And there aren’t even that many good one-liners.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

I shall delete it then. Thanks Ash. For you this, warning you will have disturbing visions.

http://www.heraldsun.com.au/entertainment/confidential/larry-emdur-bedazzled-by-pe-jazzling-craze/story-e6frf96x-1226059237151

20 05 2011
martin

I like it. I think I’m the only one that does.

What is this some sort of libtard “the old stuff is better than the new stuff” shit.

Poo on you, Poo on you, get your dick off my shoulder!

But hang on, you guys like Spicks and Specks don’t you? Spicks and Specks is the show bogans watch because they think they’re a libtard. So much for your taste.

I’m looking forward to next week when he pays out surfy bogans, I’ve suffered a lot from these types. I enjoyed hanging out with them too, getting maggot and stuff.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

F*ck you Martin. Summer Heights High pretty much defined my later years of high school. (Mostly cause I had a geography teacher like Mr G and I went out with several Ja’mies). Angry Boys is just Lilley chucking as much shit against a wall as he can and hoping some of it sticks.

I will give him time until I’ve seen the surfie bogans and the tiger mum episode. If those characters are as unfunny as S.mouse, I’m gonna give up.

20 05 2011
martin

S.Mouse is hilarious. How hip hop music has gone on so long without anyone putting shit on it for how lame it is beyond me. Maybe you could count Ali G but he didn’t completely trash it like this.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Yeh f*ck you Martin. Angry Boys is just him saying rude words instead of the clever scripting of earlier shows.

And I will brook no opposition to Spicks whilst Myf is on it. Anyway didn’t we work out you are the most Libtard of us all.

20 05 2011
martin

So what rude words are still better than everything else on TV.

Who the f#ck is Myf. You don’t even have to answer that because I don’t care.

Me? The most libtard? Ha ha. I’m a bastard and you know it.

But I’m all for the mining tax and the NBN. I want my NBN now damn it.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

You’re a carnt, Martin. But we love ya anyway.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Myf is Australia’s Nigella!

Rude words are good but he is repeating himself.

21 05 2011
Davo

Myf is a short troll that for some reason(beyond logic) gets her face on TV when she belongs on radio.

20 05 2011
Edward

What I think has failed to be recaptured from previous series is the cringe-factor. I don’t like this form of comedy, but I do recognize how it works. The formula depends on relatability. The viewer doesn’t admire the characters, but recognizes the existence of traits in common. When they wince at the misadventures of the character, they are tacitly modelling behaviour to avoid. The point is that they accept that the causes are something they might themselves do (or have in fact done).

It’s a form of anti-satire. Jonathon Swift said that satire was like a dark mirror in which the viewer saw everyone but themselves. This antipode presents are own mortal failing to us. Counterpoint characters, which provide a contrast (and are not innately ridiculous) are used to highlight to failings of the subject. We fear that others are like this straight-man characters. The sole consolation is that we all know someone who conforms to the stereotype more completely.

Angry Boys is more of a parody, or caricature, think. I that Chris Lilley may have misjudged his material, in this latest series.

20 05 2011
Edward

“our” rather than “are” in the second line of the second paragraph.

20 05 2011
RobertL

UrbanReverie: that’s so true that I’ve started to weep a little bit…

20 05 2011
lolplates

It reminded me of when I was a shelf stocker at bunnings, I was re stocking some assorted fasteners and this Asian family comes up. It was 3 Generations together Grandfather, Father and Son. The two older guys struggled out some very broken english wanting some 10mm stainless bolts. But the Son, spoke like Paul Hogan in Crocodile Dundee he would have only been 6 years old he ended up taking over! “Me old man wants some 10mil stainos”… made my day.

20 05 2011
Bag O'Turnips

This confirms my “3 Generations” theory on how long it takes to become a fully-franchised Strayan.

The first, fresh off the boat as adults, will tend to remain in close clusters in cheaper suburbs, working their arses off in the sh¡tty jobs that no “Aussies” would deign to do, such as working at the abattoir, market garden or driving taxis and have little command of English, often vilified for simply being Other and are told to “speak English proper like, ay!”…no wonder they don’t want to mix outside their own kith, I can’t blame them!

The second are either born here, or left overseas very young, and will take the opportunities that are presented living in Australia with both hands, becoming very successful either through education or self-enterprise, as well as being almost perfectly bilingual—they are the first to venture tentatively out of their ghettos and wear their newly-successful fruits of their labours prominently on their sleeve, which though creating a sense downward envy amongst those with a sense of White entitlement, earns their begrudging respect for their hard work and thrift. That’s where all the jokes about those houses with concrete balustrades and Doric columns built by Italians, Slavs and Greeks came from in the 70s and 80s, when they were newly rich through hard work beforehand.

It is only by the time the third-generation migrant children come along that they are only then considered fully “Aussie”: this is where the Southern Europeans are at now, with the South East Asians at the second phase and the current whipping boys being those from India, the Middle East and Africa…by this stage, they take on both the benefits and liabilities of being a fully franchised Australian citizen, where they take jobs in the Public Service, Armed Forces or Emergency Services, intermarry outside their ethnicity and pursue recreations like surfing, footy and cricket, but also on the other end of the spectrum tend to lose that sense of industrious thrift and become just as a good a slacker as the average bogan, also losing the ability to speak their parents’ tongue and to cap it off, tell other recent arrivals to “speak proper English like, you [insert odious racial epithet here]”, forgetting the struggles of their grandparents and parents before them in saying this.

That’s when you know the migrants have truly arrived as Aussies, when they start acting like them and no one bats an eyelid about that.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Pretty true, Turnips – although it speeds up to two generations when the migrant parents are educated, work in a white collar field and come with a pretty good command of English already – in effect, if they come already at the second stage. Yours truly (and my sisters) are Exhibit A.

I caught my 11 year old baby sis having a smoke today with her mates outside their school while I was driving by. I thought about saying something, but then I remembered that I was doing similar things at the same stage of my life – so I decided to use a bogan favourite (a Facebook group) to scare her. (For the record, this was the particularly delightful “If You See A Chick In School Uniform Smoking You Know She Roots” page). I can only hope she’s scared now. I am such a good brother.

A few other points to note with your theory:
– often the “speak English ya bloody (insert slur here)” happens by the second generation. My mum in particular is particularly guilty of it.
– South East Asians are not all evenly in one stage. I’d say plenty of Vietnamese who came as refugees in the 80s by now are at Stage 3, while there’s a lot of newer Chinese migrants and the like still in the first stage.
– Islamic Middle Eastern immigrants are a category unto themselves, but I won’t say anything or the TBL commie-pinko-lesbo-vegos will eat me alive.

20 05 2011
Edward

I don’t know about this. It’s lost history now, and the stories of their descendants aren’t well known now, but the Baluchis, Afghans, Punjabis and Kashmiris who were significant to long distance transport before the national railways connected up made their way and had their ramifications in the Australian population, who I’m sure remain. They probably number in the tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands, after the passage of a century. Integration to the point of social indistinguishability seems to have occurred.

21 05 2011
urbanreverie

I agree, Edward.

It’s interesting to note that precisely the same things being said about Muslims in Australia today were being said 100 years ago about Irish Catholics in Australia.

They don’t fit in. Their young men are a bunch of hooligans. They’re bludgers. Their main loyalty is to a foreign ideology and a foreign power. They’re violent thugs. They breed like rabbits and in a generation we’ll be outnumbered. They’re terrorists. (Yes, read up on the attempted assassination of Prince Alfred in Sydney by an Irish nationalist sympathiser in 1868 and the reactions thereto if you want to be reassured that today’s anxiety about terrorists is anything new.)

And what now? Irish-Australians have blended in to our society so successfully, that we don’t even distinguish them from people descended from other parts of the British Isles. We just call them all “Anglo-Celtic”.

21 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Aaaaaand…here’s UR flying the TBL commie-pinko-lesbo-vego flag.

I may as well take this one, since I opened the Pandora’s Box.

(Disclaimer: I was raised Hindu, went to Catholic school, attended Methodist services with my uncles on occasion and am today a card-carrying atheist).

I might have told this story here before, but anyway: last year, I worked in Bankstown Hospital for nine months as a ward assistant. I dealt with people from all walks of life and from almost every ethnic/religious group that you can find in this city, but there were obviously large groups of people of Middle Eastern descent.

Within a few weeks of working there, I could immediately tell which of them were Muslim and who wasn’t just by observation. The Muslim males were often openly abusive to their wives/girlfriends/sisters and even in some cases to (I’m guessing, based on age) their mothers, rude to doctors of both genders and other hospital staff (including my not so good self). This wasn’t just a few incidents – it was a general trend that I witnessed with my own eyes. I know female doctors and nurses who weren’t Muslim at all but who used to cover their heads just so that they wouldn’t get harassed and leered at by some dickhead.

The final straw (for me) was when I saw a young Lebanese Muslim guy, maybe a few years older than I was at the time, actually attack a (male) doctor who was in his 50s. I had to go in and pull him off before any serious injury could be done, because hospital security was completely useless. As I and a couple others managed to subdue him, he was calling out about how he and his mates would get us all and some bullshit about racism. Never mind that he was being held down by Indian and Vietnamese guys.

Anyway, I left soon after that with plenty of questions. Like I mentioned before, while we had occasional trouble makers from all groups but those were individuals. When you have a majority (because that’s what it was – even if they weren’t all physically abusive, they were almost all rude, unhelpful and uncooperative) from a particular group who act that way, you tend to be like that. So I decided to read the Koran and attend a couple of mosque services just out of curiosity.

I won’t go into details because I know you’ll all just accuse me of ill-informed analysis of the Koran. All I’ll say is that all the libtards such as yourself who think there’s nothing to fear from Islam should attend some mosque services in Auburn or Lakemba.

21 05 2011
urbanreverie

Thanks for your post, Ash.

I won’t deny that there are social problems associated with Muslims in Southwestern Sydney. I grew up in Liverpool, at the time when many Muslim immigrants started to move there in the 1990s, I received some racial abuse too from young Muslim men myself (“Aussie pig”, “convict dog” and such like). Having grown up out there, I’m well aware of the behaviours which you describe.

And those behaviours are unjustifiable. I’m not going to even try and justify them. Racism and abuse are wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong WRONG W-R-O-N-G. No matter who the perpetrators or the recipients are.

But I’ve also met quite a few Muslims who are decent, upright citizens too. My best mate in high school was from a Muslim family. Though the parents were somewhat devout, the kids weren’t. In fact, my mate was (at the time) a professed Satanist (of the “I worship the devil because it’s cool and might get me laid” variety).

I also visited a Muslim country last year; a country ruled by a benevolent but nonetheless tyrannical sultan, a man so theocratic that the sale of alcohol is banned and that I had to apply for a licence just to import a couple of bottles of duty-free grog from Changi Airport for re-export to Australia. I was nervous – surely being an Australian will make me a target of suspicion, for the fact that our troops are in Iraq and Afghnistan and that Australia is an active participant in the War of Terror? Surely they’ll be like the belligerent people I encountered in Livo?

My nerves were unfounded. I was treated by everyone with unbounded courtesy, hospitality and tact. I’ve never met friendlier people in my life. So I don’t think the problem is anything intrinsic in Islam.

So why do Muslims in this country sometimes become so hostile and feel so alienated from our society? I’m not a sociologist, I don’t have a definite answer. My educated hunch, however, is this:

Muslim immigrants come to this country. They were raised in a culture which emphasises piety and prayer. Women are expected to dress modestly. Alcohol is regarded with the same stigma as we regard cocaine. Homosexuality is abhorrent and worthy of punishment up to, and including, death.

So, they arrive on a Boeing 747 at Kingsford Smith and arrive in a country where the great majority are irreligious, women go to the beach in bikinis, there’s a bottle shop on every corner, and gays and lesbians march semi-naked in the Mardi Gras every March.

And so many Muslim immigrants go into culture shock. They retreat into their shell and live in a cheap low-rent suburb (all a newly arrived low-to-middle-skilled migrant can afford) with like-minded people. Their alienation is amplified by the fact that others feel the same way too.

That’s not justifying the anti-social behaviour we describe. I’m just trying to think of what gives rise to the mindset behind the behaviours you (and I) have experienced.

What to do about it? I don’t know. Probably the best thing is to let the “melting pot” work. Just as the alienated Irish hooligans of Surry Hills in the 1880s eventually became part of mainstream Australian society, maybe the fully sick alienated Lebanese hooligans of Lakemba in the 2010s will see themselves as Aussies one day.

Here’s something that appeared in a recent Mike Carlton column in the SMH:

This week I got an email from a young Australian Muslim of Lebanese origin who works in the finance industry. It is worth quoting.

”It seems whenever someone wants to grab some cheap votes or cheap ratings they use Muslims as scapegoats to generate fear in the public,” he wrote. ”All this talk of the Islamisation of Australia is ridiculous. Most Muslims are too busy working, bringing up their kids and paying their mortgage to even think about world domination.

”Yet the Muslim community is expected to shoulder the blame whenever a halfwit with a beard says something stupid. The hysteria out there is becoming unbearable. Just because of our religion these right-wing loonies want to tell us we don’t integrate, we don’t assimilate.

”Well how can they expect assimilation and integration when they tell us we aren’t Australians, we are enemies of this country, our values are barbaric etc? How can you expect someone to feel they are Australian when they are continually vilified and put down?”

Good points, all of them. The writer explained he had had to Anglicise his name to ”Dave” to avoid prejudice at work.

Your favourite TBL commie-lesbo-pinko-vego (commie … naah, lesbo … wrong gender, pinko … definitely, vego … I did experiment with vegetarianism for a month last year, but found that I couldn’t bear to cut myself off from three-quarters of the world’s culinary heritage by abstaining from meat),

Urban 🙂

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Nice reply, Urban.

I promised that I wouldn’t engage in Koranic analysis, but there’s a part of the book I will share with you.

The concept of Taqiyya (essentially, a licence to lie as camouflage) is prevalent througout the Koran. The most famous example is Quran 3:28, which states translated to English “Let not the believers take unbelievers for friends or companions instead for the believers, unless Muslims take precautions and play fake.” Various imams have their own interpretations of this verse that are pretty nasty to say the least. Just something for you to consider.

As for your hunch, like you said it was just that. However, the biggest dickheads I encountered during my job weren’t refugees or FOB immigrants from the Middle East – they were guys who I would guess were at least second-generation Australians. When they spoke English, they spoke fluently with perfect Aussie accents.

That’s why I started asking myself questions. First generation immigrants are one thing – it’s hard for them to shed old ways. But why does the disease seem to have spread to the next generation? As Turnips pointed out, the second generation is generally the one that moves out and sets roots in mainstream Australian society.

Here’s the thing that personally annoys me the most – Muslims love to cry racism whenever they feel even slightly affronted. Even putting aside the fact that Islam is not a race (Religionism? might be more appropriate), to complain about race for every little thing devalues the word and people ignore the fact that there is real racism in our society.

I’d just like to point out one thing – I don’t hate Muslims. I don’t know that many, but the few I know personally are good people.

22 05 2011
Edward

Ash, I give you full credit for your willingness to answer for yourself. Ownership of opinions is a sign of responsibility.

There are too many people on the internet who will throw a bomb into a room and then watch the results (Skarkas Law sometimes means that someone else entirely will take it upon themselves to stay and argue the point.

Others will immediately resort to a reducto ad absurdum argument, because that’s the only other shot they had in their locker. (Or they simply fall back on “No, you’re a p@@pyh@@d” name-calling).

You haven’t done any of these things.

I don’t agree with you, but I’m pretty certain that you’re not Hitler (if you’ll permit me to quote something Jon Stewart said).

I certainly wasn’t trying to pick a fight, I have never been in the habit of doing so (the whole vain-ness of disputation in the market-place thing); and I like the people here.

22 05 2011
urbanreverie

I agree, Edward. Top marks to Ash. He’s a legend and even though I don’t agree with all his opinions – at least he has balls and backs up what he says pretty well. His opinions are a lot more mature and well-formed than mine were when I was his age. I’d be glad to shout him a beer if he ever visits the Sunshine State again.

It’s also great to see how genuinely little bad blood there is on TBL (the occasional troll notwithstanding). It is actually quite rare for there to be an open internet forum which is only softly moderated in which most of the participants respect each other and agree to disagree.

Now it’s time for this little libtard to get ready for work. I’ll hum “The Internationale” while brushing my teeth, give a clenched-fist salute to the poster of Chairman Mao on my bedroom wall as I leave, and take along a copy of Das Kapital to read in between serving customers. 😉

22 05 2011
martin

There was an Australian movie I watched a week or two ago, The Combination, about Leb Christians.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1347515/

It’s a bit soapy and a bit “Underbelly”, but it was ok, I was desperate for something to watch.

Actually it’s got the guy who played Ibrahim in it.

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord of Glassin' Carnts

UR: Commie 🙂

I actually read Das Kapital in my final year of high school, just for the hell of it. It was an interesting read, and Marx does make some valid points.

I think the main flaw of Marxist theory though is that he doesn’t really seem to understand human nature. We are innately selfish animals. Co-operation doesn’t occur naturally to us even when it may be in our best interests. To believe that the proletariat as a whole can overthrow the capitalist class …nah, to me that’s stretching it a bit.

Then again, I am a libertarian, so what do I know. Gotta go finish The Road To Serfdom.

Edward – Thanks. I don’t think yoiu’re Hitler either.. If there’s one thing that does drive me insane, it’s when someone engages in

23 05 2011
Bag O'Turnips

@ urbanreverie

I actually should clarify about second-generation immigrants and where they live: they will move away from the areas where the grotty old dives their parents lived in were, but with will still move largely as a group to a better area, building elaborate houses to celebrate their newfound wealth, c.f. Stirling, Dianella and Hamilton Hill for second-gen Southern Europeans in Perth; the Vietnamese gen-two now live in Marangaroo and Canning Vale, each better than Balga and (only fairly recently gentrified) Highgate and Northbridge.

But, as Ash said, this step or the first one can be skipped if the migrant was educated, or like my Italian migrant Dad, come as adolescents, whereby they are at an age where they’re still receptive to new ways of their adopted country like those who are as babies (or born here to newly-arrived adult migrants). Thus that sort of renders me a third-gen, which was also accelerated by having an “Aussie” mother (my Dad was fairly novel amongst his second-gen peers in intermarrying). I fulfil all the prerequisites that dictate one as such, though the only real negative aspect I have as per the list is not exactly being fluent speaking Italian, for the fact it wasn’t spoken at home when I was in my formative years and when Dad remarried—this time, to a fellow countrywoman—it was too late to introduce it (her daughters from her first marriage she was widowed from, spoke perfect Italian, on the other hand).

And given that Dad (who didn’t have many relatives here) has passed away nearly nine years ago, I’m severely out of practice.

Third-gen blues, but I kinda like my status, given that I did inherit many admirable traits of that culture, such as hard work and thrift, fine sartorial sense and a tasteful aesthetic eye, a love of gardening and being a useful handyman, and the ability to both appreciate good food and have the ability to create it (Dad would cook a mean soup and make his own cacciatore sausages, plus I would intently watch, learn and help my stepmum in the kitchen).

23 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

@Turnips

Intermarrying can and often does happen earlier, but it depends on the group also.

My mum has three sisters and three brothers – all of them have married non-Fijians except for one of my aunts.

While most f my (Indian) father’s family have also left, his three borhthers are all married to Indian women and there’s a strong expectation that the kids will as well. My mum has a long history with my dad’s family. Some of my cousins won’t even hang out with non-Indian members of the opposite sex. It’s not that harsh or anything – it’s just something they do out of convenience.

Myself, I subscribe to the belief that inter-breeding makes the species stronger, smarter and better looking. Although that’s probably more a sign of the media I’ve grown up with or anything.

Either way, hot is hot. I can’t fathom anyone saying that “I would never root anyone of X race.” My best mate once said that about black women – then we watched Cradle 2 The Grave. Gabrielle Union is a farking goddess.

20 05 2011
martin

True. I used to with for a guy who didn’t like me insulting his religion. I was younger, I wouldn’t do that anymore. He was a Catholic though so I’m sure you’ll forgive me more so than if it were Islam. I also once said that he would be a good dancer, he got offended by that. Then one day he went off about someone not being able to speak english.

I don’t think a lack of ambition is necessarily a bad thing. I mean what more does the world need? The iphone 586? Most people work for machievellian shitbag companies anyway. The bogan isn’t entirely wrong with it’s utter contempt for highly skilled hard work.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

To quote the ultimate wogan movie…

“Ambition? Bah! Ambition is just an excuse for people who don’t have the guts to be lazy!”

20 05 2011
I Clavdivs

“Aiden, Braiden, Jaiden and Kaiden at the Holy Redeemer of Sacred Light”
hahaha crying from PMSL.
Epilogue:

…. The thunderous roar of Black Betty, the imaginatively named black HSV Utility, announces Bogue’s departure. Thingz decor accessories and Franklin Mint Brock Commemorative plates rattle in the surrounding houses as he double checks the factory specified acceleration rate down the ocean glimpse cul-de-sac, imaginatively named after the flora that used to grow there.

“Farkin caarnts coming over and fuckin up our way of life” he mutters as he slams the tiptronic down a cog to deposit two lines of angry smoking rubber round the corner and into the main road. He gives a satisfied grunt at the effectiveness of his demonstration, so clearly displaying his opposition toward the threat these people pose to the safety of his newly adopted community.

20 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Actually, Bogue can’t drive right now – he’s lost his license.

21 05 2011
I Clavdivs

Licenses are for sap victims of the revenue raising machine.

A true Bogue would be 12 points plus on any given day and while wearing suspension like a badge of honour, would still be out exercising his God given right to drive whatever, whenever and however he damn well pleases in his own damn country.

Farkin bullshit nazi pigs aren’t gonna stop our Bogue.

21 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

True, but his car (electric blue XR6) also got repo-ed. So the only thing left to drive is Boguette’s black Swift with pink racing stripes and pink Playboy sticker.

Honestly, I would have thought that the Playboy bunny would be equally popular amongst both sexes. It advertises a boguette’s availability, true, but it also makes the bogue look like a pimp.

21 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Bogue is savagely homophobic so I reckon he has more of a problem with the pink than the playboy bit.

21 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

True, Simon. But I was thinking generally. I gave a mate a T-shirt with a Playboy bunny logo as a birthday present some years back, he spazzed out. Thought I was implying he was a homo. I couldn’t figure out why.

20 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

But I do like your thinking Clav.

21 05 2011
Davo

I doubt anyone in Ostralya even knows one Keife Urban song. GOOD!

21 05 2011
martin

You wouldn’t f#cken believe it. I thought I’d been miraculously spared the nauseating and violence inducing sight of the “My Family” stickers here on the northern beaches. It’s been months and months since TBL had an entry on them.

Then in one car trip I see two yesterday, and another one today. I need a rocket launcher.

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord Of Glassin' Carnts

Funny you mention it, Martin. I went to the mall today to get my hair cut (figured that growing it wasn’t working, so I’m going skinhead).

The same shoe shop that was offering a free set of My Family stickers with those Skechers shoes that supposedly make you fitter just by wearing them (Kim Kardashian did an ad to that effect during the Super Bowl, and I’m not gonna argue with sweaty, sexy Kim K) are still flogging the deal.

Maybe they need to show the ad here.

22 05 2011
martin

She’s a full figured woman. I’d do her.

22 05 2011
Simon - Glasser at Arms, Constant source of Randomness

Speaking of that it was good to see our favorite bloodnut Amy Pond back on the idiot box.

Bill Hunter was cool.

23 05 2011
Dr Greenthumb

To quote Goldstein:
“The things I would eat out of her ass… you have no idea!”

22 05 2011
Ash - Almighty Overlord of Glassin' Carnts

Me too. I’d give her #124 for sure.

22 05 2011
Mick

OSB and legend Bill Hunter has gone.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2011/05/21/3223356.htm

I liked Bill. He reminds me of my father.

22 05 2011
urbanreverie

😦 Mick. Yes, I admired Bill Hunter too. My favourite role … He played a most convincing Prime Minister in the 2000 adaptation of Nevil Shute’s On The Beach.

I don’t know why but I imagined James Hunter to sound like him with a deep, gravelly voice. Probably because of the beard and the same surname. Sadly to say that my imagination didn’t match reality when I saw that Australia’s Got Talent sausage-cooking clip on YouTube. 🙂

23 05 2011
Bag O'Turnips

Vale Bill Hunter.

Rough around the edges, to be sure, but a thoroughly decent man.

I recall someone’s anecdote on this blog about him being served ahead by a bartender, reminding them to serve the other drinkers first and stated in no uncertain terms that he’d rather wait his turn, like everyone else there did.

That is a sure indicator that the appellation of Top Bloke is truly deserved in his case.

Top Bloke indeed and we’ll surely miss his inimitable brand of grit on our screens, especially as a surly-but-true-diamond-in-the-rough old curmudgeon libtard that he was.

23 05 2011
chris - Bogan Whisperer to the Rich and Famous

I sat next to him at a pub once; an absolute gentleman. RIP, Bill.

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