Shakespeare translated into Australian "bogan" speak

[Alexander's Horse]

There is some swearing in this otoh many of you probably won't even detect it

[Alexander's Horse]

the bit at the end makes me laugh every time

Monaros were great cars, legends, 73 was a good year maaaateee

I had a 4.1L cortina, just like this one, even the same colour, which was just ridiculous in a 6 cyclinder, totally unstable, wrote mine off on the Pacific highway, nearly killed myself and my sister, not surprised at current popularity for burnouts

[Alexander's Horse]

This 73 Torana probably in better in nic than the one you had

[Alexander's Horse]

yours would have been cooler - bog is what filler was called, could be where "bogan" comes from

I had a Datsun 180b for a while, bought for $500 as a second car, classic 70's "burnt orange" like this one. The boys loved it when they were little because bits would just fall off, "Dad, we lost a mirror". We'd go to the wrecker and get parts for it, it had no brakes, no clutch, no nothing but it was fun, only safe to drive around the burbs, took me weeks to pass rego.

It had a yellow boot, which I thought at least would make the car easy to find. Then I found another beat up old burnt orange "Datto" owned nearby also had a yellow boot I couldn't believe it.

[Alexander's Horse]

I remember those days in NZ - old cars used to cruise through the towns on Saturday night, there was nothing else to do it seemed

That Triumph in its faded glory would have been a chick magnet - and a wallet drainer

I still like old cars, kids do them up, way overspend and sometimes you can pick them up very cheaply in very good nic, resprayed and all, after they run out of money or points on their licence, when I retire I'll collect a few I think, become a sunday driver

I particularly like cars which you can tinker with, get under the bonnet with a screw driver or spanner and tweak, unlike cars today which are over-engineered with their computers and electronics, you can't even use jumper leads with them, the backyard days are gone

[SuperSneak]

Hate to trump your aces, mates, but these beasts reside in my driveway currently:

[loinburger]

Star Wars translated into Australian

[Colonâ„¢]

Hate to trump your aces, mates, but these beasts reside in my driveway currently:

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How many women do you have?

[Alexander's Horse]

lol made me homesick

[Zevico]

There is some swearing in this otoh many of you probably won't even detect it

Aren't you glad we've evolved, AH?

[molly bloom]

This is very funny. I'm sure W.S. who had Hamlet speaking of 'country matters' (spell it without the 'o' ) would have approved. I gave my Aussie friend Meg a brilliant book on Aussie Bogan culture, complete with style tips and musical suggestions.

Makes me quite nostalgic for Kath & Kim & the Footie Show.

[SuperSneak]

How many women do you have?

One...PLENTY!!!

[Alexander's Horse]

Aren't you glad we've evolved, AH?

Well yes and no, I can still put on the flannel shirt and beanie, I own a few, and speak like that - Maaate. In fact the comedian's dialogue is like me talking with my cousin who is amongst my closest friends. I saw him a couple of times when I was back in Sydney last month and it was like I had never been away. We went down the pub and ended up making some highly exotic drunken bets on the horses based on odds, names, numbers and colours...

The hints about cars above suggest I can slip back into the bogan world quite easily. In fact after I retire that is exactly what I plan to do There is a certain earthy honesty and generosity in that world that I really miss. There are no expectations, people take you as they find you, for who you are, not what you have.

The language is brilliantly colourful and inventive, the bogan who is admired is the one who can tell a good story and entertain with language, big Bill Shakespeare would highly approve. He had a good ear for the street language of his time, and used it in his plays. It's on the street that the language evolves, not in the homes of the rich and educated, who are stifled by convention.

People with limited vocabularly have to invent new words and phrases. That is how language grows. It is exciting, my only regret is how swear words have crept in, punctuating every phrase for some people.

[molly bloom]

It is exciting, my only regret is how swear words have crept in, punctuating every phrase for some people.

Or as it's also known, Irish working class Roman Catholic playground speak. I used to love visiting my relatives in Dublin because the profane chatter in the yard amongst the children of the flats would suddenly cease as soon as a nun or priest appeared. 'The Commitments' was spot on...

[Alexander's Horse]

my playground experience is every year, say farting in primary school in about 2nd class, we'd fixate on a new word or term and exhaust all possibilities, then move on to a new one next year, or "form" or "class" as they were called, nice pun in that now that I think of it, by form 12 there was almost a complete education in profanity