My new job is having a staff development day with an aussie theme. We need to come dressed accordingly!!! True aussie style! I don't have a clue....maybe a kangaroo??????? Need something easy and clever...any help or ideas please!!!

my email is lynn.murray@verizon.net

no it isn't...it's lynn.murray6@verizon.net

hmmmm Aussie theme, huh? Well, lets see ......

the easiest would be to go as a 'swagman' or 'swaggy'. Torn blue jeans, T-shirt, flannel shirt would be the appropriate dress. You MUST, though, carry a sick (or pole) over your shoulder, with a piece of fabric tied to the back end of it. This would contain all you need to last a day or so in the 'bush' .... like a 'billy' (any old tin can with some tin handles manually attached would do) for boiling water to make tea over the bush fire
boxes of matches (do you call them flints?)
can of 'spam' or something similar. Another MUST is a large 'bush hat' ... tie some bottle corks on string around the rim of the hat !! (keeps the flies away, mate)
Do you get my drift?

let me know if you need any more suggestions ...I am sure Leda and Sorcha can come up with some, too.

*ludd*, who is an Aussie ex-pat, says "don't forget to be clasping a bottle of the best Chardonnay in the world" .. and that, of course, would be an Aussie Chardonnay ...

If you added a necklace made of teeth of large sharptoothed reptiles (Gators, Crocs, Mother-in-laws, etc.) That would sound like a few gents I know back home in the EverGlades.

Does that mean there is an otherworld connection between the land of Auz and the Glades? *wanders off in search of Sugar Cane Whiskey*

Daryl are you in the Everglades? I'm in Florida

Not in many years. I grew up there

Meiriceanach,
If you really want to go in Aussie style..just go really casual. Most Aussies wear jeans to almost anything. Thongs..I have no idea what they are called in America but they are footwear *Wg*
and singlet.

Sugar Can Whisky?? .. Sugar Can RUM !! Bundaberg Rum!!

Sorcha, what's a singlet.....half of a doublette? :)
You have to realize this question comes from someone who calls trousers, "pants"!

I knew an old man who lived off of the land that would make his special brew out of cane. He would then bury it for six months in some old jugs protected by a wooden box. After the sixmonths he would dig it up and run it through the still again. The stuff was clear as water smooth as silk and packed a puch harder than a prize fighter. He would only sell you his brew if his dog liked you, and his dog liked very few people. I happened to be one of the lucky ones. He called his stuff whiskey, although I do recall the first time I ever tasted Rum, it resembled his brew in taste a great deal. (Only his was better.)

Jumm,
if you were English you would call it a vest..
*S*

ah jeez...when you said thong I almost fainted!!!hehhehe..the "refreshments" are going to be provided ...this is a library so I think it will be pretty tame..thanks for all the input!!

Sorcha,

You may already know this, but in America a Thong is another name for a G-String bikini bathing suit. We call thongs flip-flops, beach combers, and my Grandmother always called them thongs (but she also called a sofa a davenport)

Yep Daryl I knew *wg* which is why I said footwear..but it was Aussie lingo I was using.

Well we call sofa's lounges (or sofa or couch) its getting confusing isnt it..

But we still call Australia home ..ha ha..sorry couldn't resist that

.............. still call Australia, Still call Australia, Still call Australia hooooooooooooooooome ..

*L # sorcha*

You mean they actually WEAR those big hats with corks tied on with string? *LLL* I thought that was an Eric Idle invention! Learn something new every day...

Category One woman's Sunday clothes: white cap,straw bonnet, long dress with muslin frill, red calico jacket, blue petticoat, grey stockings and shoes.

The Currency Lads may fill their glasses,
And drink to the health of the Currency Lasses,
But the lass I adore, the lass for me,
Is a lass in the Female Factory...

Celt .. in characature only *L* .. although the cork hat DOES WORK!!

guest ... you have a fine historical reference. *s*

Historical? but I've brought bags of sewing!

Are ya sure the corks aren't so that if a bloke falls in the drink, he can hold onto the hat and hope the cork keeps him afloat?

*innocently pipes up and then runs for cover*

What is 'bags of sewing'?? hmm .. a language terminology difference?

LMAO @ 'soul .. could be!! More like keeping the flys away, though.

I had the pleasure of seeing an Australian Business man's first reaction to the American Foster's Beer commercial where a lady slams down a fosters, burps and then smashes the can on her forehead. The announcer says that was Australian for lady, (or something to that effect) then says Fosters is Australian for Beer.

The man was absolutely livid. He was certain that Fosters had done irreperable damage to the view American men would have of Australian women. I tried telling him that the worst that would happen would be some drunk Rednecks would attempt to convince their women to do the same thing.

Daryl--You mean we're NOT supposed to smash them on our foreheads...huh, learn somthin' new every day. *L*

people actually DRINK Fosters??? *LMAO* .. we just export it and keep the good stuff for ourselves *grin*. I'm with Libby .. ya mean I am NOT mean to do the 'can to the forehead thaaaaaaaaang'???

*sips her Chardonnay*

btw .. nice to meetcha, Lib *shakes hand*

Nice to meet you too, Lacie. I've just been reading through the message board. I find this very interesting...I'm trying to figure out who's on medication and who needs to get off of it. Maybe you could help. *L*

I've never actually known anyone who drank the stuff, but I hear that people do. *up-ends a bottle of Kentucky Straight Burbon*

*tries valiantly to quickly hide her ''It's such a beautiful day I think I'll skip my medication'' button*

*rofl*

*puts hand in the air* .. hey, Libby, medication my way !! *L*

hehehehe no no no don't give Lacie any meds. I think she's more fun without em. hehe. Hey girl you missed a potential jello tubbing last night. LOL Meir...you give hugs to Gray for me k. Tell her I want a case of lobsters hehe. Have fun with your theme party. dayzysprite

what?? no meds today, my supply has gone away?? hmmm .. maybe I am confusing the words to the song.... *bounces off the walls*

hey, Meir .. how did the function go, anyway??

they're coming to take me away, hee hee, hah, hah, to the funny farm...

...where life is beautiful all the time, with lots of pretty flowers, hee hee, hah hah, ho ho


OH NOOOOO!!! Now I need meds...*L*

welcome to the family, Libby *grin*

Category one women were eligible for work as servents, they had the right to go to church on Sundays.They were also able to entertain friends at the Factory and were paid for work when work was available. They recieved double the rations of category 3 women, with extras such as salt .brown surgar and and tea.

Guest??? you are talking about what?? when?? whom?? .. whomever, they need shooting!!

*grabs medication and hat with the corks on and leaps into the fray*......Hi Libby...g'day Lace etc.....Let it be known that I have never crushed a can of Fosters on my forehead.....full or empty!!!! But if you stand on an empty one and hit both sides simultaneously with moderate force it collapses quite satisfactorily so as to give the standee quite a drop!!!!!*S*

Sadly ... I KNOW that Leda is telling you the truth!! If she says it is so, then it is so *sighs at the Lost Childhood of Leda* .... could be a book in that, mate?? what'd ya reckon? .. same street at Winton and all ..........................

Sadly ... I KNOW that Leda is telling you the truth!! If she says it is so, then it is so *sighs at the Lost Childhood of Leda* .... could be a book in that, mate?? what'd ya reckon? .. same street as Winton and all ..........................

spot the difference *L*

*starts typing*....."It was the best of childhoods "...it was the worst of childhoods....okay not an original beginning but....*S*

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh .. so we begin .............

*waits for the next instalment*

Once upon a midnight dreary
'Twas born a child from a mother most weary
Who upon her birth, swore an vow
Ne'er to smash Foster's cans on her brow


Though through out life she often stood
Upon those cans 'til someone would
Push in the sides and have a ball
As they watched poor Leda Fall

*asks Leda for more childhood Anecdotes to continue the verse*

*applaudes for Dazza* .. that gave me a chuckle!!