I really do have to relay this gem.
On Sunday morning, at about 10.30, whilst buying a paper at Holder shops, I witnessed the most boganesque piece of culture that I have ever witnessed.
For sure, I must admit that I have drunk stubbies on my front lawn whilst removing engines from HG Kingswood, I have sat, in the good old days of water, in a deck chair, stubbie in hand whilst watering the lawn, and I once nearly had a mullet, (thank you oh great God of Army recruiting for showing me the light and not allowing me into temptation)
But I digress. As I wandered out of Holder shops, a tad hung over, but no more than usual, Mr Bogan, resplendent in traditional cultural bogan costume, black jeans, flannell shirt and thongs, purchases two long neck VBs, opens them, and then walks to his EA or EB falcon, with 12 slotter mags, hands one to the missus, before driving away.
An amazing sighting in the wild of the true bogan. Sadly, I was unable to get a glimpse of the female of the species but I suspect I would have been in for a treat if I had.
This sighting must rank up there with the time I caught a rare glimpse of the Guatemalan Cow of Paradice in full mating plummage.