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That was a very touching post, MG, and there's nothing I can add to it, however, you present me with an opportunity to point out that there are no articles planned on the activities of that . . . woman.

She makes my skin crawl and my stomach turn. Blech.

She/it is not an Australian.

Yuck.

I have reported my post to the moderating team, and expect word of either my suspension or banning to come through shortly. I forgot to read the forum rule.

"She who will never be spoken of in Australian threads"

I have also made a plate of vegemite toast as pennance for my obvious indescretion :rolleyes:
 
I have reported my post to the moderating team, and expect word of either my suspension or banning to come through shortly. I forgot to read the forum rule.

"She who will never be spoken of in Australian threads"

I have also made a plate of vegemite toast as pennance for my obvious indescretion :rolleyes:

I can't remember a single note of Helen Reddy's music.
 
If I'd have called my Mam a clinker,I would have suffered the consequences.


It has a meaning somewhat less offensive than it's literal definition here, and there are subtleties dependant on context.

It can mean a generally scruffy or down at heel person, like maybe Albert Steptoe.

It can also refer to a single, isolated and usually intentionally silly act. If I were to yell out "Hey Betty, what's happenin'?" through the fence at Buck House, my companions would say, "You are such a dag, Dave", and do the eye-rolling thing. No biggie at all.

It's almost never used in an attempt to genuinely insult someone. We have much better words for that sort of thing.

The next word up the insult scale from 'dag' is probably 'drongo'.


It's a little disturbing that these words all start with 'D', isn't it?
 
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More D insults (or endearments depending on the deliverer and context):

D...head.
Doofus or Droobus.
Dropkick.
Daisy
Dress wearer
Dew kicker.
Drunkard
Dero
Dirtbag
Disco Dancer
Dwinglebanger
Doodlewhomper
Dittomincer

Ok, I made the last couple up, but I wanted a bakers dozen.
 
HawaiiBigSis;5597121Don't you all [B said:
like[/B] vegemite?
I like vegemite but I like Mighty Mite better. Time for some toast, thanks for the suggestion......

I'm a big dag. I don't mind if I get called a dag. I wear daggy clothes, and get soppy over Peter Allen songs, that's pretty daggy.
 
More D insults (or endearments depending on the deliverer and context):

D...head.
Doofus or Droobus.
Dropkick.
Daisy
Dress wearer
Dew kicker.
Drunkard
Dero
Dirtbag
Disco Dancer
Dwinglebanger
Doodlewhomper
Dittomincer

Ok, I made the last couple up, but I wanted a bakers dozen.

You know, if you hadn't admitted that, we non-Australians would have been completely fooled.

Also, I have occasionally been known to wear a dress (I am a female person). I think I might be insulted that "dress wearer" is an insult, and I think you're a complete doodlewhomper.;)
 
I had vegemite toast today, fresh bread from Bakers Delight - cut toasty thick. A light tan, lots of butter mmmmmm. Is it time for some arvo tea?
 
But...but...but...

Don't you all like vegemite? Why would that be any sort of penance? :confused:

Well it is to restore the essential balance of Australianess. By naming **she who can not be mentioned*** I threw that balance out. I almost had a British accent for a minute and actually cared who won the superbowl

Now that I am again a happy little vegemite, with rosey cheeks, all is good
.
 
I always like this line from that song

Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.


No bitterness no hatred. It was a horrible situation. The Turks suffered just as much as we did fighting a war, neither of us understood.

Perhaps best summed up by this astoundingly simple but beautiful inscription on a Turkish war memorial

"Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives... you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets where they lie side by side here in this country of ours... You the mothers who sent their sons from far away countries, wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. Having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well."

I always get something in my eye when I read this

Hey all :)

It is a great poem and song (the Pogues do a great version too) and you are right about there being no bitterness on the side of the Turks - Aussies are welcomed over here.

The words you quoted there are those of Mustafa Kemal AtatürkWP who commanded the Turkish forces against the Anzacs and later went on to become the reformist founder of the modern Turkish Republic.

Midnight Oil lifted a line from the same speech in their song "Blossom And Blood"

 
I remember having a bit of a crush on Helen Reddy when I was about 9 or 10. What's the hate about? She lives in Sydney these days according to Wiki.

ETA: No vegemite for me - don't like it anyway but thats probably the Kiwi in me. I've got black tea and a sheep's cheese half-loaf sanga goin on though.
 
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You know, if you hadn't admitted that, we non-Australians would have been completely fooled.

Also, I have occasionally been known to wear a dress (I am a female person). I think I might be insulted that "dress wearer" is an insult, and I think you're a complete doodlewhomper.;)

Thank you. ;)

As with all on the list, they can be both compliment and insult
'Dress wearer' would be an insult to the man in the pub (eg. the singlet wearing trucker, or big mustachioed biker). I have often lost teeth using same in these circumstances.

It can also be a compliment to the beautiful and delicated femininity of one of the gentler and fairer sex. Some call it pitching woo.

As a female 'dress wearer' you may consider yourself as having been duly complimented on your good grace and beauty.:)
 
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I can't remember a single note of Helen Reddy's music.

Being non-exist, the 'music' of **she who can not be mentioned** contains no notes. The 'lyrics' contain no words. The Universe contains no sufficiency of space to contain my contempt for the pathetic oxygen thief responsible for that piece of garbage, 'I am Abhorrent and a Bore', or whatever it was called.


Blech.

I need a beer.


ETA: At least I'm confident SWCNBM isn't a member here, since the minimum requirement is at least one operating brain cell.
 
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But...but...but...

Don't you all like vegemite? Why would that be any sort of penance?
:confused:


Whilst a love of the real Black Gold is indeed expected of all HLVs *, this expectation is always trumped by the principle of Right to Heresy.

Therefore it is permissable for any Australian to forego Vegemite, free from prejudice, even as I am allowed the freedom to play fast and loose with the religious beliefs of others. **


* Happy Little Vegemites.

** I have a friend here in the thread whom I respect enormously, and he is a theist. I trust him to tell me to pull my head in if I get too carried away with it.

:)
 
Inspired by this thread,I reread Nick Culotta's ''They're A Weird Mob" A very entertaining book.
 

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