Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 2:17 pm |Permalink
Argh! Firstdog! I had managed to avoid the JJJ leak until now, and you didn’t even have a warning. I was pretty appalled at Crikey leaking the info in the first place, but now you really have ‘rooned’ my day…
Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 7:25 pm |Permalink
The last frame says it all. It delineates the hollow tube which runs through ears which are bookends on a vacuum. I can smell the beer-sodden breath emanating from their mouths, feel the sand flicking around them as they try to think. This is Oz racism depicted by a genius.
The thing I don’t understand is why the game of Cricket should encourage the hoon racists. How could such a gentle game incite hatred and fear? It isn’t exactly the fastest game on the planet.
I’m sure Paddy will be able to help me on this matter. I go down on my knees in anticipation of enlightenment.
I’ve been hiking and cringing at all those leeches in Sarawak, discussing politics with the people of Malaysia and catching Bangkok Helicopters (bikes) in Thailand
over Christmas so didn’t have to the time to wish First Dog and Paddy and all the people who love this section of Crikey a very, very happy New Year.
Cheers
Venise
Dalziel
Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 9:00 pm |Permalink
‘I fear the unfamiliar’.
(Sorry, no-one pointed that bit out. Drolln’ awesome.)
paddy
Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 9:49 pm |Permalink
Welcome back Venise.
Cricket, (the exact opposite of Rugby) is a game designed for gentlemen and played by thugs.
Plus, any game that lasts for 6 hours at a stretch, with alcohol on tap, is bound to end in tears.
Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 10:03 pm |Permalink
Thank you Paddy, I knew you would throw some light onto the subject.
Cheers, Venise
Stevo the Working Twistie
Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 10:40 pm |Permalink
A very merry? happy? satisfactory? whatever… Straya Day to all. (Hallmark really needs to get onto that.)
Number #1 Seasonal Sighting - shaven-headed gent with southern-cross tattoo, “love it or leave it” sticker on the rear window of his dropped ute, chucking his Hungry Jacks wrappers onto the road. Mixed message? Maybe the bloody wogs will pick it up for him.
Bullmore's Ghost
Posted Monday, 25 January 2010 at 11:57 pm |Permalink
“A native of my native land”.
Needs work.
hawthorne00
Posted Tuesday, 26 January 2010 at 1:35 am |Permalink
Again, this is well-drawn. They’re just crude dog pictures, but then you see the one on the left is clearly Haddin. And the next one is Katich. And on it goes.
twobob
Posted Wednesday, 27 January 2010 at 10:08 am |Permalink
Under the southern cross they sit
Full of grog and full of shit
mentalities like bits of brick
In love with Andrew Bolt
nugget
Posted Wednesday, 27 January 2010 at 11:45 am |Permalink
under the southern cross i stand
on stolen aboriginal land
now i decide who may come
to most, my nose, i will thumb
philiseedogollomoo
Posted Wednesday, 27 January 2010 at 11:59 am |Permalink
Venise
Phew, I thought Bankok helicopters were mosquitoes !
philiseedogollomoo
Posted Wednesday, 27 January 2010 at 1:19 pm |Permalink
Under the southern sun I stew
My neck is red and my gut is too
I don’t care about CO2
Cause I’m an aussie o true blue
Pete WN
Posted Wednesday, 27 January 2010 at 2:53 pm |Permalink
Under my southern cross tattoo
Bundy & Coke’s until I spew
We’re too full, no room for you
(Immigrant heritage? Mine is too)
twobob
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 11:05 am |Permalink
Under the southern cross I stay
In the sun and drink all day
I’ve packed my braincells all away
I’m [Edit]
kate
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 12:04 pm |Permalink
Under the southern cross I enjoy alcohol in moderation
Together with my working family
I am inclined to consider this a highly desirable nation in which to live
But I’ll check with the focus group and get back to you
twobob
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 12:16 pm |Permalink
I love the southern cross you know
I love the idea of fair go
I love Australians and so
I voted for workchoices
twobob
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 12:21 pm |Permalink
The southern cross is out of reach
As I stride upon the beach
I don’t practice what I preach
I’m from the coalition
twobob
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 12:31 pm |Permalink
The southern cross hung out to dry
We joined a war and I know why
Millions killed and mothers cry
but they are only towlheads
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 4:26 pm |Permalink
PHILISEEDOGOLLMOO: Heheheheh. V funny
Under the Southern Cross I take my stand,
I’ve paid millions to own this land.
The bloody bongs are forever damned
to wander in the shifting sand.
I’ll drain the rivers and degrade the land
on which mighty trees did stand.
I’ve bought the press: ain’t life grand?
because money speaks in this proud? land.
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 5:12 pm |Permalink
PS: Orstraya. I am the Coalition.
nugget
Posted Thursday, 28 January 2010 at 6:47 pm |Permalink
Under the southern cross we scowl
Cause we can’t bat and we can’t bowl
Our captain never wins the toss
Resulting in an ashes loss
I hope the poms are deaf and blind
Or we are in an awful bind
Mike Jones
Posted Friday, 29 January 2010 at 3:43 pm |Permalink
Yeah, dunno how I missed this one, Doggy.
This belt of rhyme
Comes just in time
I’ll scrape in at the bottom.
And wish to youse
A chuck or twos
So drink ‘em
While you got ‘em.
(Lessons in scansion $1.87 per hour + GST).
You know who you are !
28 Comments
Argh! Firstdog! I had managed to avoid the JJJ leak until now, and you didn’t even have a warning. I was pretty appalled at Crikey leaking the info in the first place, but now you really have ‘rooned’ my day…
Very funny. But the original ditty has been cleaned up for the TV. I thought the last line was ‘Australia you f-ckin beauty’?
My favourite frame is the second frame of pouting Australian cricketers.
You’ve got no bloody shame at all FD.
Exposing yourself like that in panel 3 is a *very* poor example to the rest of us.
Now please pass me a bundy and coke, so I can sing along with Ricky and the boys.
In Aussie Public Service tradition
Of time-in-lieu and flex vacation
I rang in sick and must amend
I took another long weekend!
Under Orion’s Belt I lie
Peering into a light-polluted sky
I’ve never been able to work out why
We think we’re under that cross way over there.
I’m still going to listen to the Hottest 100 just to marvel in the fact that the Muse Army missed out.
I love the doggie chucking the brown eye in frame 2
I think I just saw a t-shirt with “Fuck off, I’m full, so put little flags on sticks in your car windows or bugger off … and that”
The last frame says it all. It delineates the hollow tube which runs through ears which are bookends on a vacuum. I can smell the beer-sodden breath emanating from their mouths, feel the sand flicking around them as they try to think. This is Oz racism depicted by a genius.
The thing I don’t understand is why the game of Cricket should encourage the hoon racists. How could such a gentle game incite hatred and fear? It isn’t exactly the fastest game on the planet.
I’m sure Paddy will be able to help me on this matter. I go down on my knees in anticipation of enlightenment.
I’ve been hiking and cringing at all those leeches in Sarawak, discussing politics with the people of Malaysia and catching Bangkok Helicopters (bikes) in Thailand
over Christmas so didn’t have to the time to wish First Dog and Paddy and all the people who love this section of Crikey a very, very happy New Year.
Cheers
Venise
‘I fear the unfamiliar’.
(Sorry, no-one pointed that bit out. Drolln’ awesome.)
Welcome back Venise.
Cricket, (the exact opposite of Rugby) is a game designed for gentlemen and played by thugs.
Plus, any game that lasts for 6 hours at a stretch, with alcohol on tap, is bound to end in tears.
Thank you Paddy, I knew you would throw some light onto the subject.
Cheers, Venise
A very merry? happy? satisfactory? whatever… Straya Day to all. (Hallmark really needs to get onto that.)
Number #1 Seasonal Sighting - shaven-headed gent with southern-cross tattoo, “love it or leave it” sticker on the rear window of his dropped ute, chucking his Hungry Jacks wrappers onto the road. Mixed message? Maybe the bloody wogs will pick it up for him.
“A native of my native land”.
Needs work.
Again, this is well-drawn. They’re just crude dog pictures, but then you see the one on the left is clearly Haddin. And the next one is Katich. And on it goes.
Under the southern cross they sit
Full of grog and full of shit
mentalities like bits of brick
In love with Andrew Bolt
under the southern cross i stand
on stolen aboriginal land
now i decide who may come
to most, my nose, i will thumb
Venise
Phew, I thought Bankok helicopters were mosquitoes !
Under the southern sun I stew
My neck is red and my gut is too
I don’t care about CO2
Cause I’m an aussie o true blue
Under my southern cross tattoo
Bundy & Coke’s until I spew
We’re too full, no room for you
(Immigrant heritage? Mine is too)
Under the southern cross I stay
In the sun and drink all day
I’ve packed my braincells all away
I’m [Edit]
Under the southern cross I enjoy alcohol in moderation
Together with my working family
I am inclined to consider this a highly desirable nation in which to live
But I’ll check with the focus group and get back to you
I love the southern cross you know
I love the idea of fair go
I love Australians and so
I voted for workchoices
The southern cross is out of reach
As I stride upon the beach
I don’t practice what I preach
I’m from the coalition
The southern cross hung out to dry
We joined a war and I know why
Millions killed and mothers cry
but they are only towlheads
PHILISEEDOGOLLMOO: Heheheheh. V funny
Under the Southern Cross I take my stand,
I’ve paid millions to own this land.
The bloody bongs are forever damned
to wander in the shifting sand.
I’ll drain the rivers and degrade the land
on which mighty trees did stand.
I’ve bought the press: ain’t life grand?
because money speaks in this proud? land.
PS: Orstraya. I am the Coalition.
Under the southern cross we scowl
Cause we can’t bat and we can’t bowl
Our captain never wins the toss
Resulting in an ashes loss
I hope the poms are deaf and blind
Or we are in an awful bind
Yeah, dunno how I missed this one, Doggy.
This belt of rhyme
Comes just in time
I’ll scrape in at the bottom.
And wish to youse
A chuck or twos
So drink ‘em
While you got ‘em.
(Lessons in scansion $1.87 per hour + GST).
You know who you are !