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All rise, for the national anthem of Australia.

[opening theme]

Australians all let us rejoice,
For we are young and free;
We've golden soil and wealth for toil,
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land abounds in Nature's gifts
Of beauty rich and rare;
In history's page let every stage
Advance Australia fair.
Advance Australia fair.

Beneath our radiant southern Cross,
We'll toil with hearts and hands;
To make Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all the lands;
Renowned of all the lands;
For those who've come across the seas
We've boundless plains to share;
With courage let, us all combine
To advance, Australia fair.
In joyful strains, then let us sing yes let us sing
Advance Australia fair!

DMM: Welcome to another Irregular Podcast! Today we're going to discuss a topic dear to my heart: Australian English, and the common misperceptions that other English speakers have about its characteristic qualities. Joining me for the discussion is Professor Jack Bandicoot, the head of the Department of Australian English at the University of Sydney. Welcome, Professor Bandicoot, thank you for coming in today.

Prof. Bandicoot: My absolute pleasure, I assure you.

DMM: No doubt you are aware of the fact that many people around the globe regard the Australian dialect as being so full of peculiarities as to be almost opaque to comprehension.

Prof. Bandicoot: Indeed, yes.

DMM: As an expert in the subject, is there any truth to this reputation?

Prof. Bandicoot: No, it's a complete furphy.[1]

DMM: So as a country, what can we do about it? Should we just cop it sweet?[2]

Prof. Bandicoot: No, bugger that for a joke.[3] We can't have mug lairs[4] telling porkies[5] about us like that. I mean, fair crack of the whip![6]

DMM: Where do you think this undeserved bad rap comes from?

Prof. Bandicoot: I got a Captain Cook[7] first hand one time. Some septic[8] blow-in[9] tried to crack on to[10] a true blue[11] sheila[12] over a counter lunch[13]. Being your typical flash Jack[14], naturally he came a gutser[15]. "Don't come the raw prawn[16] with me," she said, and gave him the flick[17]. He went berko[18] and got into an argy-bargy[19] with the blokes[20] there.

DMM: So he did his nana[21] and got into a barney?[22]

Prof. Bandicoot: That's what I just said. It was on for young and old.[23] Anyway, the wuss[24] took off.[25] One bloke had had enough of this shonky[26] sook[27] and coathangered[28] him at the door.

DMM: Pearler![29]

Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah. So, he was rooted[30] after that; had a face like a half-sucked mango.[31]

DMM: Not worth a crumpet[32], eh?

Prof. Bandicoot: Too right[33]. Anyway, when this galah[34] gets up, he's useless as a two-bob watch.[35] He spits the dummy[36] and shoots through like a Bondi tram.[37]

DMM: Fair suck of the sav![38]

Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah, but next thing I know, this whinger's[39] dobbed[40] to his mates and white-anted[41] the place!

DMM: Strewth,[42] he must have had a roo loose in the top paddock![43]

Prof. Bandicoot: Strike me lucky![44] It's money for old rope.[45] So you see, that's how things got pear-shaped[46].

DMM: And here we are, busting a gut[47] like a wood and water joey[48] to hold our end up.[49]

Prof. Bandicoot: Stiffen the wombats![50] Let me tell you how easy it is to communicate in Strine.[51] One time I was tooling[52] along the bitumen[53], flat chat[54], listening to the gee-gees[55] on the trannie[56] - I like a bit of a flutter[57] you know -

DMM: Don't we all!

Prof. Bandicoot: So anyway, here I am, living the life of Riley[58], when the donk[59] goes bung![60]

DMM: Hooley dooley![61]

Prof. Bandicoot: So I lob into[62] a garage, pop the bonnet[63], and tell the drongo[64] I need to hit the frog,[65] but my donk's stuffed.[66] He was fit as a Mallee bull[67], but full as a goog[68] - completely tanked.[69]

DMM: Legless?[70]

Prof. Bandicoot: Blotto.[71] Three sheets to the wind.[72] This grog[73] artist[74] was on the white lady[75] and had a mouth as dry as the bottom of a cocky's cage.[76] Dry as a dead dingo's donger.[77] Tried to cadge[78] a fag[79] to suck on, but I told the bludger[80] to stop shilly-shallying[81] and have a butcher's[82] at my donk. Things are crook in Tallarook,[83] I said, get cracking![84]

DMM: Did he give it a burl?[85]

Prof. Bandicoot: Half your luck![86] He wouldn't work in an iron lung.[87] He was all mouth and trousers.[88]

DMM: Thought it was Bush week?[89]

Prof. Bandicoot: Too right.[90] I asked where the dunny[91] was and went to see a man about a dog,[92] getting more and more ropeable.[93] I was about to go hammer and tongs[94] on him, enough to rot his rabbit rissole,[95] but on my Nelly,[96] he'd come up trumps.[97]

DMM: Come off the grass![98]

Prof. Bandicoot: Fair dinkum![99] Then to boot,[100] he invites me in for tucker[101] with the trouble:[102] chook[103] and damper,[104] with a dirty great[105] pav[106] and quangers[107] for afters.[108]

DMM: Ridgy didge?[109] That's grouse.[110] A real bottler.[111]

Prof. Bandicoot: Bloody oath.[112] I didn't want to stir the possum,[113] but I had to ask if my donk would chuck it in,[114] if he'd done a Claytons[115] on it, and it'd go cactus.[116]

DMM: If he was trying to flick it on?[117]

Prof. Bandicoot: Right. "Suck it and see,"[118] he says, "she'll be apples.[119] She's jake,[120] mate." So we nutted out[121] a few quid,[122] pair of lobsters,[123] and I did a Harold.[124] "Sorry to pike,"[125] I said, but I had to get my strides[126] back of Bourke[127] that arvo.[128]

DMM: And the donk?

Prof. Bandicoot: Fit for rego![129] I was stoked.[130]

DMM: Hmmm. I see your point. So next time some wowser[131] gives us heaps[132] for talking Strine...

Prof. Bandicoot: Tell the bastards[133] to go to buggery![134]

DMM: Thanks heaps[135] for popping round,[136] Professor.

Prof. Bandicoot: No wuckers.[137]

DMM: Hooroo.[138]

God I hope so because I'll be really disappointed if not when I go visit there one of these days.

Prof. Bandicoot: My absolute pleasure, I assure you.

DMM: No doubt you are aware of the fact that many people around the globe regard the Australian dialect as being so full of peculiarities as to be almost opaque to comprehension.

Prof. Bandicoot: Indeed, yes.

DMM: As an expert in the subject, is there any truth to this reputation?

Prof. Bandicoot: No, it's a complete furphy (lie/rumour).[1]

DMM: So as a country, what can we do about it? Should we just cop it sweet (handle it)?[2]

Prof. Bandicoot: No, bugger that for a joke (stuff that!).[3] We can't have mug lairs[4] telling porkies (lies)[5] about us like that. I mean, fair crack of the whip!(give us a fair chance)[6]

DMM: Where do you think this undeserved bad rap comes from?

Prof. Bandicoot: I got a Captain Cook[7] first hand one time. Some septic (rancid)[8] blow-in[9] tried to crack on to (make a move on)[10] a true blue (very Australian Looking)[11] sheila (lady)[12] over a counter lunch (RSL club bar bench)[13]. Being your typical flash Jack (player wannabe)[14], naturally he came a gutser (got more brave)[15]. "Don't come the raw prawn (toy/fool)[16] with me," she said, and gave him the flick (ignored him)[17]. He went berko (berserk) [18] and got into an argy-bargy (a bit of an argument)[19] with the blokes (men) [20] there.

DMM: So he did his nana (got angry)[21] and got into a barney (argument? With precursor of a fight)?[22]

Prof. Bandicoot: That's what I just said. It was on for young and old (everyone).[23] Anyway, the wuss (scardy cat)[24] took off (ran away).[25] One bloke had had enough of this shonky (shakey)[26] sook (sulk)[27] and coathangered (where one place a punch with arm straight, instead of using your fist, you use your arm around the height of the other person’s neck and knock them back. This is especially useful when the other person’s running at you unsuspectingly )[28] him at the door.

DMM: Pearler (beautiful(![29]

Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah. So, he was rooted (f**ked)[30] after that; had a face like a half-sucked mango (bruised and butt ugly).[31]

DMM: Not worth a crumpet (not worth his own salt, not able to put up a fight)[32], eh?

Prof. Bandicoot: Too right (nope)[33]. Anyway, when this galah (aussie birds that’s way too loud and never shuts up)[34] gets up, he's useless as a two-bob watch (watch worth only 2 cents).[35] He spits the dummy (quits)[36] and shoots through like a Bondi tram. (going way fast and off the rails)[37]

DMM: Fair suck of the sav (he couldn’t handle what he got dished)![38]

Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah, but next thing I know, this whinger's (whinny person)[39] dobbed (told, tetter-tale, someone who can’t hold his own and appeals to authority)[40] to his mates and white-anted (bum rushed) [41] the place!

DMM: Strewth (god damn!),[42] he must have had a roo loose in the top paddock!(the lights are on, but no body’s at home)[43]

Prof. Bandicoot: Strike me lucky!(just my luck)[44] It's money for old rope (It wasn’t worth it for me).[45] So you see, that's how things got pear-shaped (went south)[46].

DMM: And here we are, busting a gut (fighting back)[47] like a wood and water joey[48] to hold our end up (we were not losing).[49]

Prof. Bandicoot: Stiffen the wombats![50] Let me tell you how easy it is to communicate in Strine.[51] One time I was tooling (getting busy)[52] along the bitumen (on the ground)[53], flat chat (flat out)[54], listening to the gee-gees[55] on the trannie[56] (I think this means he was tossed around) - I like a bit of a flutter (excitement)[57] you know -

DMM: Don't we all!

Prof. Bandicoot: So anyway, here I am, living the life of Riley (trying not to get hit/fleeing)[58], when the donk (car)[59] goes bung (makes a noise?)![60]

DMM: Hooley dooley! (holy crap)[61]

Prof. Bandicoot: So I lob into (get into)[62] a garage, pop the bonnet (open the hood)[63], and tell the drongo (idiots)[64] I need to hit the frog (hit the road),[65] but my donk's (car’s broken) stuffed.[66] He was fit as a Mallee bull (very strong)[67], but full as a goog (completely full of liquid like an egg)[68] - completely tanked (very drunk).[69]

DMM: Legless (couldn’t stand)?[70]

Prof. Bandicoot: Blotto (very drunk).[71] Three sheets to the wind (mindless).[72] This grog [73] artist (someone who makes drinking alcohol look like an art, negative connotation)[74] was on the white lady (I’m pretty sure this is a type of alcohol)[75] and had a mouth as dry as the bottom of a cocky's cage.[76] Dry as a dead dingo's donger (dead dingo’s er… nether region).[77] Tried to cadge (borrow/mooch)[78] a fag (cigarette)[79] to suck on, but I told the bludger (slacker)[80] to stop shilly-shallying (diddling)[81] and have a butcher's (look)[82] at my donk. Things are crook in Tallarook (pretty),[83] I said, get cracking!(get to work)[84]

DMM: Did he give it a burl? (give it a try)[85]

Prof. Bandicoot: Half your luck![86] He wouldn't work in an iron lung. (he couldn’t work if a machine did all his work)[87] He was all mouth and trousers (completely useless idiot).[88]

DMM: Thought it was Bush week (Thought these people were playing tricks on ya cause you were a city boy)?[89]

Prof. Bandicoot: Too right.(Hell yeah)[90] I asked where the dunny (toilet)[91] was and went to see a man about a dog (needed to leave the room),[92] getting more and more ropeable (needed to be held back).[93] I was about to go hammer and tongs (bash the crap out of him)[94] on him, enough to rot his rabbit rissole (pound him into the ground like minced meat),[95] but on my Nelly (on my word),[96] he'd come up trumps (came up tops).[97]

DMM: Come off the grass (get off it)![98]

Prof. Bandicoot: Fair dinkum! (it’s the truth!)[99] Then to boot,(on top of that)[100] he invites me in for tucker (food usually proper meals)[101] with the trouble (wife, significant other):[102] chook (chicken)[103] and damper (home made bread),[104] with a dirty great (great big)[105] pav (pavlova) [106] and quangers[107] for afters.[108]

DMM: Ridgy didge (not telling lies)?[109] That's grouse (great).[110] A real bottler (beauty).[111]

Prof. Bandicoot: Bloody oath. (hell yeah)[112] I didn't want to stir the possum (cause any trouble),[113] but I had to ask if my donk would chuck it in,(make it)[114] if he'd done a Claytons (fakey)[115] on it, and it'd go cactus (it’ll be dead).[116]

DMM: If he was trying to flick it on (pull wool over your eyes)?[117]

Prof. Bandicoot: Right. "Suck it and see," (try it yourself then)[118] he says, "she'll be apples. (rosey)[119] She's jake, (fine)[120] mate." So we nutted out (discussed)[121] a few quid (on the price),[122] pair of lobsters ($40, our $20 notes are orange),[123] and I did a Harold (got moving).[124] "Sorry to pike (to be a pain),"[125] I said, but I had to get my strides (my arse)[126] back of Bourke[127] that arvo (afternoon).[128]

DMM: And the donk?

Prof. Bandicoot: Fit for rego! (good enough to get registered)[129] I was stoked (very happy).[130]

DMM: Hmmm. I see your point. So next time some wowser (show off)[131] gives us heaps (needless crap)[132] for talking Strine...

Prof. Bandicoot: Tell the bastards (male version of *****)[133] to go to buggery!(go to hell)[134]

DMM: Thanks heaps (a lot)[135] for popping round (coming around),[136] Professor.

Prof. Bandicoot: No wuckers. (no problems)[137]

DMM: Hooroo. (laterz) [138]

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

....................

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.

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

.....................

Up rode the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred
Down came the troopers One Two Three
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

......................

Up jumped the swagman sprang in to the billabong
You'll never catch me alive said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Author:	Müs [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:15 pm ]
Post subject:	Lydiaa... Do you people...
Actually talk like this? http://www.irregularwebcomic.net/podcas ... st007.html Quote: All rise, for the national anthem of Australia. [opening theme] Australians all let us rejoice, For we are young and free; We've golden soil and wealth for toil, Our home is girt by sea; Our land abounds in Nature's gifts Of beauty rich and rare; In history's page let every stage Advance Australia fair. Advance Australia fair. Beneath our radiant southern Cross, We'll toil with hearts and hands; To make Commonwealth of ours Renowned of all the lands; Renowned of all the lands; For those who've come across the seas We've boundless plains to share; With courage let, us all combine To advance, Australia fair. In joyful strains, then let us sing yes let us sing Advance Australia fair! DMM: Welcome to another Irregular Podcast! Today we're going to discuss a topic dear to my heart: Australian English, and the common misperceptions that other English speakers have about its characteristic qualities. Joining me for the discussion is Professor Jack Bandicoot, the head of the Department of Australian English at the University of Sydney. Welcome, Professor Bandicoot, thank you for coming in today. Prof. Bandicoot: My absolute pleasure, I assure you. DMM: No doubt you are aware of the fact that many people around the globe regard the Australian dialect as being so full of peculiarities as to be almost opaque to comprehension. Prof. Bandicoot: Indeed, yes. DMM: As an expert in the subject, is there any truth to this reputation? Prof. Bandicoot: No, it's a complete furphy.[1] DMM: So as a country, what can we do about it? Should we just cop it sweet?[2] Prof. Bandicoot: No, bugger that for a joke.[3] We can't have mug lairs[4] telling porkies[5] about us like that. I mean, fair crack of the whip![6] DMM: Where do you think this undeserved bad rap comes from? Prof. Bandicoot: I got a Captain Cook[7] first hand one time. Some septic[8] blow-in[9] tried to crack on to[10] a true blue[11] sheila[12] over a counter lunch[13]. Being your typical flash Jack[14], naturally he came a gutser[15]. "Don't come the raw prawn[16] with me," she said, and gave him the flick[17]. He went berko[18] and got into an argy-bargy[19] with the blokes[20] there. DMM: So he did his nana[21] and got into a barney?[22] Prof. Bandicoot: That's what I just said. It was on for young and old.[23] Anyway, the wuss[24] took off.[25] One bloke had had enough of this shonky[26] sook[27] and coathangered[28] him at the door. DMM: Pearler![29] Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah. So, he was rooted[30] after that; had a face like a half-sucked mango.[31] DMM: Not worth a crumpet[32], eh? Prof. Bandicoot: Too right[33]. Anyway, when this galah[34] gets up, he's useless as a two-bob watch.[35] He spits the dummy[36] and shoots through like a Bondi tram.[37] DMM: Fair suck of the sav![38] Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah, but next thing I know, this whinger's[39] dobbed[40] to his mates and white-anted[41] the place! DMM: Strewth,[42] he must have had a roo loose in the top paddock![43] Prof. Bandicoot: Strike me lucky![44] It's money for old rope.[45] So you see, that's how things got pear-shaped[46]. DMM: And here we are, busting a gut[47] like a wood and water joey[48] to hold our end up.[49] Prof. Bandicoot: Stiffen the wombats![50] Let me tell you how easy it is to communicate in Strine.[51] One time I was tooling[52] along the bitumen[53], flat chat[54], listening to the gee-gees[55] on the trannie[56] - I like a bit of a flutter[57] you know - DMM: Don't we all! Prof. Bandicoot: So anyway, here I am, living the life of Riley[58], when the donk[59] goes bung![60] DMM: Hooley dooley![61] Prof. Bandicoot: So I lob into[62] a garage, pop the bonnet[63], and tell the drongo[64] I need to hit the frog,[65] but my donk's stuffed.[66] He was fit as a Mallee bull[67], but full as a goog[68] - completely tanked.[69] DMM: Legless?[70] Prof. Bandicoot: Blotto.[71] Three sheets to the wind.[72] This grog[73] artist[74] was on the white lady[75] and had a mouth as dry as the bottom of a cocky's cage.[76] Dry as a dead dingo's donger.[77] Tried to cadge[78] a fag[79] to suck on, but I told the bludger[80] to stop shilly-shallying[81] and have a butcher's[82] at my donk. Things are crook in Tallarook,[83] I said, get cracking![84] DMM: Did he give it a burl?[85] Prof. Bandicoot: Half your luck![86] He wouldn't work in an iron lung.[87] He was all mouth and trousers.[88] DMM: Thought it was Bush week?[89] Prof. Bandicoot: Too right.[90] I asked where the dunny[91] was and went to see a man about a dog,[92] getting more and more ropeable.[93] I was about to go hammer and tongs[94] on him, enough to rot his rabbit rissole,[95] but on my Nelly,[96] he'd come up trumps.[97] DMM: Come off the grass![98] Prof. Bandicoot: Fair dinkum![99] Then to boot,[100] he invites me in for tucker[101] with the trouble:[102] chook[103] and damper,[104] with a dirty great[105] pav[106] and quangers[107] for afters.[108] DMM: Ridgy didge?[109] That's grouse.[110] A real bottler.[111] Prof. Bandicoot: Bloody oath.[112] I didn't want to stir the possum,[113] but I had to ask if my donk would chuck it in,[114] if he'd done a Claytons[115] on it, and it'd go cactus.[116] DMM: If he was trying to flick it on?[117] Prof. Bandicoot: Right. "Suck it and see,"[118] he says, "she'll be apples.[119] She's jake,[120] mate." So we nutted out[121] a few quid,[122] pair of lobsters,[123] and I did a Harold.[124] "Sorry to pike,"[125] I said, but I had to get my strides[126] back of Bourke[127] that arvo.[128] DMM: And the donk? Prof. Bandicoot: Fit for rego![129] I was stoked.[130] DMM: Hmmm. I see your point. So next time some wowser[131] gives us heaps[132] for talking Strine... Prof. Bandicoot: Tell the bastards[133] to go to buggery![134] DMM: Thanks heaps[135] for popping round,[136] Professor. Prof. Bandicoot: No wuckers.[137] DMM: Hooroo.[138]

Author:	Nitefox [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:30 pm ]
Post subject:
God I hope so because I'll be really disappointed if not when I go visit there one of these days.

Author:	Shelgeyr [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:02 pm ]
Post subject:	Re:
Nitefox wrote: God I hope so because I'll be really disappointed if not when I go visit there one of these days. Strewth!

Author:	Screeling [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:41 pm ]
Post subject:
"You people?"

Author:	Vindicarre [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:09 pm ]
Post subject:
Racist!

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Author:	Müs [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:17 pm ]
Post subject:	Re:
Vindicarre wrote: Racist! Aussie isn't a race :p

Author:	Vindicarre [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:21 pm ]
Post subject:
You obviously don't care about the plight of the poor, powerless Chinese immigrants forced to work in the miserable conditions of the Australian white collar workplace! You heartless bastard!

Author:	Micheal [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:11 pm ]
Post subject:
His parents were married at some point, and just because his blood is circulated with a HemoFlow Mark IV does not mean he is heartless, just differently enheartened. Damn Burning Men think they're so much hotter than anyone else, ought kick your ash.

Author:	Lydiaa [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:00 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Lydiaa... Do you people...
ROFL... omg.. lol... I had people coming over to see what I was giggling about at work ahha~ I'm so busted but it's okay... that was great. Thanks for that Mus! Yes, the older generation and mostly the younger westies (ghetto) talk like that, and being a banana, I understand about 90% of that post hehe. Go to the right place in Sydney, and that would be all you hear... What he was talking about was pretty funny too ehhe, if you guys want a translation, let me know =P

Author:	NephyrS [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:09 pm ]
Post subject:
Translation! Translation! From what I was able to gather, it was a pretty funny convo.

Author:	Lydiaa [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:18 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Lydiaa... Do you people...
Quote: Prof. Bandicoot: My absolute pleasure, I assure you. DMM: No doubt you are aware of the fact that many people around the globe regard the Australian dialect as being so full of peculiarities as to be almost opaque to comprehension. Prof. Bandicoot: Indeed, yes. DMM: As an expert in the subject, is there any truth to this reputation? Prof. Bandicoot: No, it's a complete furphy (lie/rumour).[1] DMM: So as a country, what can we do about it? Should we just cop it sweet (handle it)?[2] Prof. Bandicoot: No, bugger that for a joke (stuff that!).[3] We can't have mug lairs[4] telling porkies (lies)[5] about us like that. I mean, fair crack of the whip!(give us a fair chance)[6] DMM: Where do you think this undeserved bad rap comes from? Prof. Bandicoot: I got a Captain Cook[7] first hand one time. Some septic (rancid)[8] blow-in[9] tried to crack on to (make a move on)[10] a true blue (very Australian Looking)[11] sheila (lady)[12] over a counter lunch (RSL club bar bench)[13]. Being your typical flash Jack (player wannabe)[14], naturally he came a gutser (got more brave)[15]. "Don't come the raw prawn (toy/fool)[16] with me," she said, and gave him the flick (ignored him)[17]. He went berko (berserk) [18] and got into an argy-bargy (a bit of an argument)[19] with the blokes (men) [20] there. DMM: So he did his nana (got angry)[21] and got into a barney (argument? With precursor of a fight)?[22] Prof. Bandicoot: That's what I just said. It was on for young and old (everyone).[23] Anyway, the wuss (scardy cat)[24] took off (ran away).[25] One bloke had had enough of this shonky (shakey)[26] sook (sulk)[27] and coathangered (where one place a punch with arm straight, instead of using your fist, you use your arm around the height of the other person’s neck and knock them back. This is especially useful when the other person’s running at you unsuspectingly )[28] him at the door. DMM: Pearler (beautiful(![29] Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah. So, he was rooted (fked)[30] after that; had a face like a half-sucked mango (bruised and butt ugly).[31] DMM: Not worth a crumpet (not worth his own salt, not able to put up a fight)[32], eh? Prof. Bandicoot: Too right (nope)[33]. Anyway, when this galah (aussie birds that’s way too loud and never shuts up)[34] gets up, he's useless as a two-bob watch (watch worth only 2 cents).[35] He spits the dummy (quits)[36] and shoots through like a Bondi tram. (going way fast and off the rails)[37] DMM: Fair suck of the sav (he couldn’t handle what he got dished)![38] Prof. Bandicoot: Yeah, but next thing I know, this whinger's (whinny person)[39] dobbed (told, tetter-tale, someone who can’t hold his own and appeals to authority)[40] to his mates and white-anted (bum rushed) [41] the place! DMM: Strewth (god damn!),[42] he must have had a roo loose in the top paddock!(the lights are on, but no body’s at home)[43] Prof. Bandicoot: Strike me lucky!(just my luck)[44] It's money for old rope (It wasn’t worth it for me).[45] So you see, that's how things got pear-shaped (went south)[46]. DMM: And here we are, busting a gut (fighting back)[47] like a wood and water joey[48] to hold our end up (we were not losing).[49] Prof. Bandicoot: Stiffen the wombats![50] Let me tell you how easy it is to communicate in Strine.[51] One time I was tooling (getting busy)[52] along the bitumen (on the ground)[53], flat chat (flat out)[54], listening to the gee-gees[55] on the trannie[56] (I think this means he was tossed around) - I like a bit of a flutter (excitement)[57] you know - DMM: Don't we all! Prof. Bandicoot: So anyway, here I am, living the life of Riley (trying not to get hit/fleeing)[58], when the donk (car)[59] goes bung (makes a noise?)![60] DMM: Hooley dooley! (holy crap)[61] Prof. Bandicoot: So I lob into (get into)[62] a garage, pop the bonnet (open the hood)[63], and tell the drongo (idiots)[64] I need to hit the frog (hit the road),[65] but my donk's (car’s broken) stuffed.[66] He was fit as a Mallee bull (very strong)[67], but full as a goog (completely full of liquid like an egg)[68] - completely tanked (very drunk).[69] DMM: Legless (couldn’t stand)?[70] Prof. Bandicoot: Blotto (very drunk).[71] Three sheets to the wind (mindless).[72] This grog [73] artist (someone who makes drinking alcohol look like an art, negative connotation)[74] was on the white lady (I’m pretty sure this is a type of alcohol)[75] and had a mouth as dry as the bottom of a cocky's cage.[76] Dry as a dead dingo's donger (dead dingo’s er… nether region).[77] Tried to cadge (borrow/mooch)[78] a fag (cigarette)[79] to suck on, but I told the bludger (slacker)[80] to stop shilly-shallying (diddling)[81] and have a butcher's (look)[82] at my donk. Things are crook in Tallarook (pretty),[83] I said, get cracking!(get to work)[84] DMM: Did he give it a burl? (give it a try)[85] Prof. Bandicoot: Half your luck![86] He wouldn't work in an iron lung. (he couldn’t work if a machine did all his work)[87] He was all mouth and trousers (completely useless idiot).[88] DMM: Thought it was Bush week (Thought these people were playing tricks on ya cause you were a city boy)?[89] Prof. Bandicoot: Too right.(Hell yeah)[90] I asked where the dunny (toilet)[91] was and went to see a man about a dog (needed to leave the room),[92] getting more and more ropeable (needed to be held back).[93] I was about to go hammer and tongs (bash the crap out of him)[94] on him, enough to rot his rabbit rissole (pound him into the ground like minced meat),[95] but on my Nelly (on my word),[96] he'd come up trumps (came up tops).[97] DMM: Come off the grass (get off it)![98] Prof. Bandicoot: Fair dinkum! (it’s the truth!)[99] Then to boot,(on top of that)[100] he invites me in for tucker (food usually proper meals)[101] with the trouble (wife, significant other):[102] chook (chicken)[103] and damper (home made bread),[104] with a dirty great (great big)[105] pav (pavlova) [106] and quangers[107] for afters.[108] DMM: Ridgy didge (not telling lies)?[109] That's grouse (great).[110] A real bottler (beauty).[111] Prof. Bandicoot: Bloody oath. (hell yeah)[112] I didn't want to stir the possum (cause any trouble),[113] but I had to ask if my donk would chuck it in,(make it)[114] if he'd done a Claytons (fakey)[115] on it, and it'd go cactus (it’ll be dead).[116] DMM: If he was trying to flick it on (pull wool over your eyes)?[117] Prof. Bandicoot: Right. "Suck it and see," (try it yourself then)[118] he says, "she'll be apples. (rosey)[119] She's jake, (fine)[120] mate." So we nutted out (discussed)[121] a few quid (on the price),[122] pair of lobsters ($40, our $20 notes are orange),[123] and I did a Harold (got moving).[124] "Sorry to pike (to be a pain),"[125] I said, but I had to get my strides (my arse)[126] back of Bourke[127] that arvo (afternoon).[128] DMM: And the donk? Prof. Bandicoot: Fit for rego! (good enough to get registered)[129] I was stoked (very happy).[130] DMM: Hmmm. I see your point. So next time some wowser (show off)[131] gives us heaps (needless crap)[132] for talking Strine... Prof. Bandicoot: Tell the bastards (male version of ***)[133] to go to buggery!(go to hell)[134] DMM: Thanks heaps (a lot)[135] for popping round (coming around),[136] Professor. Prof. Bandicoot: No wuckers. (no problems)[137] DMM: Hooroo. (laterz) [138] Not as funny if you translate it cause a lot of the aussie language comes with imagery. Things like "it was on for young and old" where literally everyone used to get into bar fights regardless of age. "popping around" came from people literally popping their head around your front door to check if you were in. "suck it and see" comes from Lemons and people questioning about their taste, so on and so forth. You can't get that from normal everyday english words hehe.

Author:	NephyrS [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:41 pm ]
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Thanks! I was right on most of it, but I wanted to make sure. The imagery is great!

Author:	Lydiaa [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:13 pm ]
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to put things into perspective on the earlier days of Aussie culture. This song almost became our national anthem. So ya, we're pretty much a bunch of crooks with hearts of gold and fists of iron, looking for our next drink and our next fight... Quote: Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a Coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. .................... 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. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. ..................... Up rode the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred Down came the troopers One Two Three Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. ...................... Up jumped the swagman sprang in to the billabong You'll never catch me alive said he, And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.

Author:	Rorinthas [ Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:44 pm ]
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Thank you I now have that song stuck in my head. Be thankful I am too tired to retaliate with Hang on Sloopie. D'oh. Now I have that stuck up there. I am not sure what is worse.

Author:	Hopwin [ Thu Jul 01, 2010 7:29 am ]
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Is the Professor's first name Crash by any chance?

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