Submissions for a new and less combative Aussie chant, as requested by Victor Grasty (C8), are starting to come in, with Ted Richards of Batemans Bay thinking we should try “‘Chill Aussie, Chill Aussie, Chill Chill Chill’ to the tune Run, Rabbit Run!” while Joy Cooksey of Harrington may have missed the brief with “Aussie Aussie Aussie. Time to trompe Trumpie!”
Never let it be said that Wayne Duncombe of Lilyfield isn’t a broad thinker: “Combining Victor’s idea for a more soothing chant with recent Iced Vo-Vo stories, perhaps the incantation of ‘vo-vo, vo-vo’ could be deployed? It’s uniquely Australian (tick from Matt Canavan), calming and dodges any pitfalls of identity politics.”
Kenneth Smith of Orange is “always intrigued by those dog food ads (C8) which claim it’s ‘guaranteed to tempt fussy eaters’. Canines lick their genitalia, drink from the toilet and consume their own vomit. I doubt that one could call them ‘fussy eaters’.”
“Of constant amusement to my wife and I is the ad where a plug-in EV is recharging in bushland while the family are camping,” opines Mark Berg of Caringbah South. “Either EV chargers are installed in bushland or that family has an enormous extension cord!”
There’s a new badge of honour for kids’ abrasions (C8). John Wall of Illawong explains: “We were a Friar’s Balsam family in Beverly Hills in the ’60s. Cuts and grazes were quickly protected, but it did sting going on. Maybe a new tribe of Brown in the suburbs. Surprisingly, it’s still available, so I might get some for the grandkids!” Andrew Brown of Bowling Alley Point is reminded of the discomfort, too, referring to it as “the second stinging”.
“In the ’60s, Bates Salve was the treatment of choice for scrapes and cuts in my family,” claims Janet Bugden of Wauchope. “It came as a black stick, which had to be melted with a match before applying. Occasionally, it was a bit too hot when applied. Seemed to do the job though as I don’t have any scars.”
The disappearing beer ration on HMAS Norman (C8) reminded Toby Gursanscky of Fairlight of the time in the 1970s when a minor accident at the top of the Spit Hill caused a truckload of “Cold Gold” beer cans to end up on the road. It was wonderful to see the number of public-spirited passersby who assisted in cleaning up the road!”
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