Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
It’s tricky being an Australian on an American blog site. In a nutshell, the US matters in the world and Australia doesn’t*, which means what happens here doesn’t filter across the Pacific so there’s no point in my writing about it.
*I don’t say this with any sense of resentment or inferiority. It’s merely a fact which I accept like breathing.
But as well as that, there are a lot more differences between us than you probably imagine. Politically, judicially, culturally and educationally, our systems are quite different, so if I talked about ours, you wouldn’t know what I was on about when it came to the nitty gritty.
But then you probably don’t know what I’m talking about half the time anyway. Thongs here go on the feet, after all, and as for chooks… Do you know what a chook is?
So just by way of entertainment, I thought I’d offer up a bit of good Ozzie lingo…
The yobbo in budgie smugglers chucked a wobbly, nicked a tinnie and buggered off to woop woop with the esky and all the snags, so the stubbies got warm and the sangers were like stale bikkies. Then one of the relos came a gutser and split his skull, but the ambos had buckleys of getting there (they were flat out at a prang near the servo on the main drag), so one of his mates (an old bloke built like a brick shit house) stuck him in the back of a ute and hoped he wouldn’t cark it before they got to A&E. Not happy, Jan!
…and wait eagerly for the translation.