November 14, 2006

Digging Australia

I know, I know. Very bad taste. But to me Outback = local nutters in pickup trucks knocking off foreign backpackers.

6 comments:

onewomanrunning said...

Ok,
I tried not to laugh but I didn't succeed.
Have you ever seen 'Picnic at Hanging Rock'? I read the book, scared myself shitless, and then watched the film (sucker for punishment)and couldn't sleep properly for weeks. Still freaks me out now when I think about it.

And then there was the one about the dingo that ate the baby...

I really like Australia, I want to live there someday - just right in the middle of a city is all, nowhere near any Hanging Rocks, dingo hangouts, or wide wide open spaces.

Make the logo bigger said...

Two words:

Wolf Creek.

I’m never going Down Under.

FishNChimps said...

That's right! Forgot about that one...

Tim said...

Pish-posh! You're more likely to get glassed at your local in England! For the Barmy Army lads coming to my local in Melbourne, beware the Irish lads as they drunk 43 pints in under two hours, beating the chef, publician and maintenance bloke by two pints. I highly recommend at least dropping by the Pint on Punt in Melbourne as it is not a shite pub like those stupid "Elephant and Wheelbarrow" establishments.

FishNChimps said...

It's not the noisily happy boozers we need to worry about, but the loners with shovels in the back of their pick-up trucks.

thr said...

We call pickups "utes".

keep that in mind when a ute driver is skinning you with a pocket knife.

Just sayin'.

tom