Friday Follies - 70's Décor- Who Threw Up a Rainbow?

Harvest gold and avocado green appliances, carpets disguised as psychedelic, colourful acid trips and patterned wallpaper.  Bell bottoms, synthetic fabrics, crocheted tops and daring miniskirts.   The are the basic ingredients you needed in the 1970's, the decade fashion and style took a questionable turn.

Not my room, but wow!

Looking back on old photos is always good for a giggle.  I love the photos of our old houses with their crazy wallpaper (Mum loved to put up wallpaper), colourful appliances and bathroom fittings, and wildly coloured carpets.  You immediately know what era the photos are taken by the style of furnishings. 

Red shag carpet, and foil wallpaper in the background.
And the gorgeous dog Dofor.

No matter where we lived, we seemed to end up in a house that had at least one room with red or red-patterned carpet - usually shag.  One house had this crazy red/gold patterned carpet in the family room that would not have been out of place in a casino.  On the upside, these carpets were great for hiding a multitude of sins - a dropped morsel would be gone from sight forever.  Also good for cats that yack up hairballs!  One apartment that I lived in when I was in my late 20's had the gold/yellow shag carpet that had not been changed since that crazy decade.  At first I hated it - the whole apartment was dated, with avocado green stove and fridge, and horrible dark wood veneer kitchen cabinets. But it was big and got lots of sunlight, and that's why I loved it.  The shag carpet became a very positive feature over time.  I had two cats, and then three when Mum and Dad moved overseas and I was bequeathed Fred, and I can tell you that no hairball vomit or knocked over plant could defeat that carpet.  It just didn't stain - or if it did, you couldn't see it.  I spilled full glasses of coke (okay, rum and coke) and red wine.  Once it was cleaned up - no stains!  I grew to see the advantages of shag carpet and knew why it was so persistent in North American households.

Note 'casino' style carpet

Another 70's carpet style factor was having different coloured carpets in each room.  Each bedroom and living area would be it's own unique colour.  None of today's consistency and colour unification - too boring for the swinging 70's.

Shagadelic

As I said, Mum loved wallpaper.  When I look back at some of the kitschy wallpapers, flocked wallpapers, floral wallpapers and foil wallpapers we had over the years, I can see how she stretched her interior decorator wings and flew close to the sun. Not that I ever, ever want wallpaper in my house again.  The kitchens always had kitchen-themed patterns, of course, and my bedrooms had striped floral patterns.  If you were really lucky, the Sears catalogue would sell matching wallpaper, bedspreads and curtains.  Oh, those were the days, surrounded by busy, busy patterns.  I'm surprised we could sleep!

One of our kitchens

Other part of the same kitchen

No matter what your décor, there was always a macramé plant hanger and string art somewhere in the house, and normally the basement room walls were lined with fake wood panelling.  Lots of fake wood panelling.  And it looked fake.  I think that was on purpose.

So knotty

Owls seemed to be popular in the 70's.

Oh, look at all of that wood.

 

I think they have ticked everything on the checklist.

The 70's were colourful and innovative.  Everything was big and over the top.  Television was coming into it's own, and music was breaking all of the rules.  Women were fighting for their rights, people were protesting the war in Vietnam - social upheaval was in the air.  For those of us that grew up in the 70's, our thoughts turn to bright geometric colours and décor that was larger than life.  But the thing that I remember most from the 70's was that our house was full of love.  Big, crazy, rainbow-filled love.

This would have been very chic in its day.

It looks like Snuffleupagus died here.

A Storm in a Teacup



We have started storm season here in Queensland.  Normally I enjoy storms - the drama of the thunder and lighting, as well as the sound of rain playing a symphony on the roof.  Unfortunately, I have some pets that dislike storms, and one that intensely dislikes storms, and this now makes storms unpleasant for everyone.

Young and unafraid

A young Chamois used to ignore the rumbles in the sky, looking nonchalant and brave as the rain pelted down and the Gods rattled the sky.  Not any more.  Now the panic sets in and she will do pretty much anything to find a safe place to wait it out.  She can also sense the storm coming at least an hour before we know about it, and starts annoying us while the sky is still blue.  We call it our early storm warning system.
If we are home, she becomes a professional shadow, hanging out with us wherever we are.  Not just beside us, usually under our feet - she would get into our skin if we would let her.  Her brows furrow in worry and fear, she stares at us, panting, with droplets of drool falling soundlessly onto my freshly washed floors.  Not only is this a little bit disgusting, it is quite dangerous if you happen to skid on the slippery saliva.  Yuck.  Getting mad at her and shooing her away accomplishes nothing and just increases her stress levels.

In our quest to make things better for her, we have invested in a Thundershirt (http://www.thundershirt.com.au/) and after several attempts to get the right size, we have one.  To be honest, it only makes a little bit of difference to her anxiety levels, hugging her tightly as she quivers on the floor, but any little bit of help we can get, we'll take.  We have to be home to put the shirt on her though as I do not like leaving it on her on a hot and humid day in case she overheats.

Hanging out in the corner sporting her
fashionable Thundershirt.

We have spoken to the vet about her storm phobia, and they said that the best thing that can happen is that she goes deaf.  Well, that's great news, isn't it?  They have also prescribed a drug that is basically Xanax, but it takes 20 minutes to kick in (and again, I need to be home, not at work).  To be truthful, it works pretty well and she gets quite a goofy look on her face.  She's too young to remember Fast Times at Ridgemont High or Cheech and Chong, but I reckon she'd fit right in. 

If Chamois was human....

Heaven forbid if we are at work and an unexpected storm looms in on the horizon, which is usually what happens. 

Our first sign that Chamois had an issue with storms was when we got home from work and discovered her missing.  It seems that despite the fence being topped with barbed wire, she can still clear it and head for the hills - literally.  Once the farmer behind us told us that he saw her go over the fence and just run through his paddocks up towards the hills, past the cows, ponies, goats and alpacas that she usually loves to bark at.  Thankfully she came home on her own eventually, looking very dirty and sorry for herself.

She no longer runs away, which is a blessing, probably due to the fact that titanium parts now encased in her knee have ended her jumping days. The intense fear is still there though, and definitely worse than before.

One day I came home from work and there was no sign of either dog.  I wasn't sure if part of the fence had been knocked down or if they had simply escaped, but I frantically searched for them, running from the car to the house, calling their names over and over.  I found them - inside, all cozy and safe, surprised that I had worked myself into such a state.  Chamois had found her way into the corner of our closet, shoes shoved aside to wriggle into the smallest corner that she could. 

Unfortunately our back patio security screen door wasn't unscathed. That sucker had been ripped out of it's tracks and lay on the ground like Shawn's discarded underwear - a little bit sad and definitely not where it belonged.  It had been locked too, but she must have pawed and pawed at it until the lock pulled apart and the lip of the frame was bent back enough for it to come loose.  Judging by the muddy paw marks all over the locked glass door, she just kept going at it until that lock jiggled undone.  Fortunately she didn't hurt herself, but it took a bit of manoeuvring to get the screen door back in place.

Another time we came home during a storm and both dogs were still outside.  Chamois hadn't managed to get the door open this time as it must fit differently since it's last 'adjustment'.  It was still locked, but the bottom half of the security screen door was bent up and the door shape resembled a banana.  It took more than a bit of manoeuvring to get that door back to where it should be. 

Miraculously, she didn't hurt herself that time either.

So our outside doors have taken a battering, and one time she couldn't slide the closet door open and had clawed at it in desperation, ripping the wooden framing off.  We've decided not to fix anything properly while she is still with us as it is a losing battle.  We just accept that she will break into the house during storms and live with the consequences.

The other animals don't appear to be as affected, although as Clawde gets older, I notice that if it's a particularly loud storm, he wants to be close.  He also has an uncanny ability to know that Chamois is scared, and follows her around the house, comforting her with lots of head licks and rubs.  Chamois seems to appreciate it and will accept Clawde's nursing willingly.

 

In the meantime, storm season at our house is not be enjoyed but to be endured. Uh oh, here comes another one.....

Brisbane storm season

Friday Follies - My Sweet Sixteen Aussieversary

Sorry, this is a long one.

I arrived in Australia on 16th October 2001 which means that on Monday I will have been here 16 years.  Technically I left Canada on the 15th October, but there is that dateline thing to contend with.  I once travelled to Australia from Canada the day prior to my birthday, missed my birthday and arrived the next day.  I asked if my birthday still counted....they said yes.  Very disappointing indeed.  I could be a year younger now if I could just find someone to back me up on that one.
In celebration of the anniversary, I thought it might be nice to share 16 things that have happened or that I have learned since I moved overseas.

1.  Learning the language.  Moving between English speaking countries has it's challenges.  I still sometimes don't understand the slang or say something that I realise is 'Canadian' and get blank stares.  I had to learn to slow down my speech.  I'm not sure if I was a fast talker in Canada, but I had enough comments here that I had to slow down how speak to be understood.  I can tell you some Aussies speak really fast too!  The other big downside to moving countries was that I lost my ability to be 'anonymous'.  Not only handy for practical jokes on the phone, sounding like everyone else is also good when you have to call a business with what is considered to be a stupid question.  I can still ask my stupid question, but I can never call back because they will recognise my accent.

2.   Driving.  Driving on the opposite side of the road is not as bad as you imagine.  The hardest things to conquer are getting in the correct side of the car (yes, sometimes I still go to the wrong door), and turning on your windshield wipers instead of your turn signals.  However I STILL have the odd panic moment driving down the highway - my heart speeds up as I get the feelingthat I am indeed on the wrong side of the road and we are all going to die.  Palpitations anyone?  Surprisingly, the easiest part was switching hands to change gears in a manual car - that was easy, and I was expecting it to be difficult.

3.  Different Date Structure. Not a big thing, but in Canada it is month/day/year, and in Australia it's day/month/year.  You would be surprised how often that trips you up when you are asked for your birth date for identification purposes.

</ 4.  Different Financial Year.  In Canada, the financial year runs from January to December.  In Australia it is July to June the following year.  I still can't get it straight. 

Crazy Canadian Box Cats

5.  Moving Pets.  Naturally, the decision to move to Australia involved moving my cats.  Pets are not disposable, so I had to be sure that I could get Nip and Tuck into the country with all of the quarantine laws.  It was a very involved and expensive process (x 2 cats, or course), but possible.  As I am an Australian citizen, I had to do no immigration preparation to move here.  The cats were another story.  It took slightly less than a year of paper work, vet visits (which needed to be signed off by government vets), blood tests and the organisation of transport and quarantine.  We got through it in the end, and I had 9 more wonderful years with them.  For all of my anxiety, they adapted well to the whole thing and had a happy, rich and spoiled life.  It was the part of the move that caused me the most anxiety, and also the thing that I am most glad I did.  RIP Nip and Tuck, you were great Canadian/Australian cats.

6.  Different Seasons.  With summer at a time when I was used to winter, and vice versa, it is still odd to have Christmas when it is stinking hot outside.  A white Christmas is probably one of the things that I miss most.  The cats had an adjustment period too.  Even though they were indoor cats in Canada, both got thick winter coats.  Their first summer in Australia, the got their thick winter coats.  Poor things!  Their bodies seemed to sort themselves out the next year, and all was good.

How it should be

7.  Gain Some Confidence, Lose Some Confidence.  Nothing will give your ego a boost more than planning and executing a move overseas by yourself.  Fortunately I had my parents here so that I wasn't venturing into the complete unknown.  On the opposite side of the same coin, nothing makes you lose your confidence more than giving up almost everything that you are used to - jobs, house, social life, friends and routine.

8.  Getting Rid of Possessions.  A move overseas and the deep intake of breath that accompanies the quote for moving your prized possessions is great motivation to cull almost everything you own.  It was a great time to clean out, and the cull became more vicious as time progressed.  And as happens in life, I have more stuff than ever...it's surprising how quick the void fills up.  Shockingly (and embarrassingly), I still have some clothes/jackets that I moved down with....sigh.

9.  Sense of Belonging.  Even as a kid, every time we flew into Australia when I was growing up, I had this overwhelming sense of belonging, like I had come home.  I still feel like that.

10.  Treasuring Friendships.  As with possessions, a move overseas will clean up any social 'clutter' in your life.  True friends will still be true friends no matter where you are, and the ones that weren't are shed like yesterday's undies.  And thank goodness for things like Facebook, which make keeping in touch easy and fun.

11. Appreciating the Climate.  What can I say, moving from the Frozen North to Tropical Queensland has been amazing.  After 16 years, I still do not take the weather for granted.  Despite droughts, floods, storm season and blistering heat, I love it all and cannot imagine having to deal with the bitter cold every again.

12.  You Can Never Go Back.  Well, you can go back, and when I was hyperventilating prior to my move, I did have to remind myself that nothing was permanent, and I could always go back.  But in reality, I have been back twice, and while I miss the people, my life is here now and I would never move back to Canada.

13.  Learning to Deal with Loneliness.  I'm not someone that tends to get lonely, I'm sure I was a hermit in a previous life.  I like being alone and don't need a lot of social contact.  However, moving to somewhere that you have no friends will be a challenge in even the best of loners.  You quickly realise that at an older age, it is much, much harder to make friends than when you were a child.  Of course, you get friends in the end, and you realise that you don't need many, and that some friends will come and go, and that's okay too.

Ahhh, clover.

14.  Missing Some Things.  Things I thought I wouldn't miss or actually never gave a thought to, I miss more fiercely than I expected.  It's mostly the little things, like the crunch of fresh snow underfoot, the special quiet that envelopes the world after a big snow storm, everything covered in pillows of white sparkles, or the smell of the autumn leaves on the ground.  On one trip back to Alberta, the smell of clover in the field knocked me off my feet and almost brought a tear to my eye.  I never really noticed it when I lived there, but wow, it's a part of my psyche. 

15.  Time with my Parents.  One of my big motivations for moving to Australia (other than escaping the cold while the rest of my family basked in the warmth of their home countries) was that I actually enjoyed the company of my parents.  It was important to me to spend time with them.  I like to think we are very close, and to be honest, all of this time with them that I wouldn't have had otherwise is very precious to me.  Besides the fact that they are great pet sitters and that Mum regularly pops homemade meals into our fridge!  And definitely not least of all, I had so much extra time with my last living grandparent.  I made some great memories with Grandma and feel very blessed to have known her as an adult rather than just as a grandchild.

16.  The Husband.  Well, what can I say, I met the man that I am going to spend the rest of my life with (unless I kill him first or he kills me first....it's still all a bit up in the air and depends on the day) after I had been here for only 6 months.  What they say is true - when you aren't looking for love, that's when it happens.  For better or for worse, my ever-suffering husband is stuck with this crazy Canuck.

So Happy Aussieversary to me! 

Benefits of a Cat - The 'Catvantage' of Feline Ownership

What if....?

The benefits of having a pet in your life are well documented and researched.  Not only are they your friend through thick and thin, giving the sort of unconditional love that is like no other, but their presence also has physical and mental health benefits.

A number of studies have shown that having a pet in your child's life will lower the likelihood of allergies, some say by as much as 33%.  It must be all that food sharing, face licking and cuddles.  Sharing your life with pets also increases your overall immunity.

Sharing is caring

Emotionally, having a pet can decrease stress and anxiety, and physically they reduce blood pressure and decrease the risk of heart attack.  An interesting study conducted by the CDC found that people that own pets (men in particular) have significantly lower cholesterol and triglyceride levels.  Owning a cat can reduce your risk of heart attack and stroke by 30-40%.  Unless they are actively plotting your death and you are aware of it.  This can add stress to your life, but we aren't focussing on that right now as it doesn't serve my purpose. 

I hope and pray that Purrkins never buys this book.

If you own a dog and have a heart attack, you are also significantly more likely to be alive a year later.  Interesting, isn't it?  I attribute this to the fact that dogs aren't the best at providing their own food, so deep down you know that they really need you for sustenance, unlike cats.  Or you realise that if you drop dead at home, the dog will eat your face.

Pets have also been known to change their behaviour if their owner's are diabetic and their blood sugar levels drop and some pets can sense the onset of a seizure or other unpleasant medical incidents.

Childhood development also sees great benefits from pets.  Pets of any type will help with mental and emotional development, teach children to be respectful and responsible, and of course pets are a great support throughout a child's life.  I, personally, know that my pets have brought be back from the brink too many times to count.  Again, in the case of dogs, they need food, in the case of cats, if I leave them too soon, they will lose out on all of that plotting fun.

Those of us who share our lives with cats know that there is a very special set of benefits that go hand in hand with cat ownership (or human ownership....I can never really figure out who owns who!).

You are never alone.  True - a lot of cats appear to be loners and you don't always see them, but walk into the kitchen or step into the bathroom, and there they are, ready to assist and/or supervise with whatever task is at hand (especially if it involves food).  You might think that you are by yourself, and out of nowhere comes a streak of ginger/grey/tabby, aiming for your leg at top speed, scaring the bejesus out of you.  They probably think that they are doing us a favour, restarting our hearts, you know, just in case it stopped or something.  It also keeps your reflexes in good working order as you dodge the knife-like appendages, trying not to trip over yourself or the cat.

They teach you humility.  Because I believe cats think we are stupid, they do this in a plethora of ways, making sure that the lesson is hammered home....repeatedly.  So you want nice things?  Nope!  The cat will quickly claim the object/furniture/item as their own, laying on it, grooming themselves on it, dropping fur on it, clawing at it, and scent marking it.  You need to learn early on that what's yours is the cats, and there is no negotiation.  You can't negotiate with an asshole.

You can also never get too sure of yourself when a cat is around.  Cats will only cuddle if THEY want to, and don't work on your schedule or your needs (that having been said, they have an uncanny ability to know if you are down in the dumps or sick, and will make an 'affection exception' at these times).  You want a longer cuddle.  No!  Off jumps the cat, to sit just out of your reach, nonchalantly grooming itself, gracing you a confident glance mixed with a look of disdain.  'Get over yourself human' is the clear message there.

They are the boss, not you.  Have you ever tried to make your cat do something?  It never goes well, and usually after refusal, the cat will do it in it's own time anyway, just to make sure you know that it can do what it wants, when it wants.  After all, you can't be the boss if you are the slave.  Opening doors, not opening doors, feeding, belly scratches, sleeping in your spot on the couch...it's all done to keep us humble.  Oh yeah, they also need to let us know that we are terrible hunters, and as such, they must provide for us.  The fact that we don't appreciate this as much as they would like is probably a constant thorn in their sides, but, being cats, they don't care about that really either.

Cats also teach us that we should remember that we only have one life, and we should enjoy that life.  Cats enjoy their naps, looking relaxed and comfortable, not a worry in the world.  They don't lie there worrying about what is going to happen tomorrow or even in 10 minutes, getting anxious because they can't fall asleep.  They are tired, they sleep, and if they are hungry, they eat.  If they are dirty, they groom, if they need some attention, they demand it.  And best of all, no matter what their age, if they feel like running through the house chasing ghosts and spectres and generally acting like a fruit loop, they do, and be damned whoever should judge them.  It feels good and they like it, they do it. No worries about what they look like (Purrkins is a proud fatty and lets it all hang out, Clawde doesn't worry about the bald spot that he gained after a particularly nasty meeting with a brown snake) or what anyone thinks of them.  If Purrkins does something undignified (like falling out a tree when he is showing off) he just picks himself back up and looks at us as if to say 'What? Nothing to see here. Move along".

In winter they warm you with their body heat and cuddles - of course, they aren't doing it for your benefit - they are sucking up your body heat like the leeches that they are, abandoning you at will.

My cats make me laugh every day.  Every. Single. Day. I'm not exaggerating, they are that funny.  They can make me laugh through their crazy antics when it looks like they have lost all control of their faculties and race around like they have a firecracker up their bum.  They make me laugh by just hanging out, relaxing with a good stretch and falling off the furniture, or the silly looks they give me throughout the day.  The physical and emotional benefits of laughter are common knowledge and for that alone, you can't go past the entertainment of a cat.  Preferably more than one.

Please don't laugh at me.  I will kill you.

There is one last benefit of having cats that is my very favourite. Not only is it my favourite sound, but purring actually has physical health benefits.

According to several studies, the frequency (20-140 Hz - which is considered medically therapeutic) of a cat purr is actually the ideal vibration level for low blood pressure, a healthy heart and even bone growth.  It's been shown to help you when you have difficulty breathing as the purr mimics peaceful in and out breathing.  Unless you're allergic, then they really don't help your breathing at all.

The more I share my life with cats and the more I understand them (although who every really understands a cat), the more that I know that I can never, ever live without them. Until the day I die, I don't want to be without a feline friend or two in my life.

Friday Follies - Part 2 - Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi!

My apologies for not posting a blog on Tuesday - I was busy having fun with some family that was in town.
Now, back to some great Aussie sayings....


Don't get them mixed up

Blokes and Sheilas

Blokes are men and Sheilas are women.  Bloke has been in use since1829, but Sheila comes from an Irish word meaning girlfriend, and didn't come into use until around 1914 in Australia.

Crikey

This word expresses surprise or astonishment.  Made famous by Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter.

Not made from dog's eye...or is it?

Dogs Eye

Believe it or not, this means a meat pie.  It derives from the Cockney rhyming slang that was in use when the convicts came to Australia.

Fair Go

To have a fair go means that you have a reasonable chance or a fair deal.  Everyone is entitled to a fair go - we all should be given the same chance.  Another variation is 'Fair shake of the sauce bottle' meaning that you want to be given the same chance as everyone else.

Flat Out Like A Lizard Drinking

A particular favourite of mine - I don't use it, but I like it as it gives you a good visual when someone says it.  As you would expect, it means that you are going flat out or at top speed.

Larry.  He's happy.

Happy As Larry

I'm not sure who Larry is, but he's happy and it means that you are happy too!  The origins of this phrase are unknown, but it was first recorded in Australia in the 1880's, but there is some evidence that it has Irish or Scottish origins.

Give the hard word....okay, there are no memes

Hard Word

Okay, I misunderstood this one when I heard it.  I thought it meant to come down hard on someone, be stern with them.  Apparently not - it usually means to make demands on someone sexually, but it can refer to monetary demands as well.  Yes, I misused it and yes, people laughed.

Mad As a Cut Snake

If you are mad as a cut snake, you are very eccentric / crazy or very angry.  As in, 'I was happy as Larry until Johnno tried to put the hard word on me, then I was as mad as a cut snake."  The phrase was first recorded in the early 1900's, and a similar phrase is mad as a gumtree full of galahs.  Personally, I like that one better because galahs make me smile as they waddle around with their pink a grey plumage, pecking at tasty morsels in the grass.  But I digress...

It's been awhile since I've referenced Star Trek

Like a Stunned Mullet

Aside from the hairstyle (although I have seen some 'stunning' mullets!), this phrase means that you are dazed, stupefied, unconscious or shocked. 

No Worries

Almost the minute that you arrive in Australia, this saying rings in your ears.  If someone says that to you, it means that all is good, that it is no trouble at all or everything will be alright.  This was first recorded in the 1960's.

Even roos can be ocker

Ocker or Yobbo

To be ocker or a yobbo means that you are an uncouth, uncultivated or an aggressively boorish Australian male or just a typical average Australian male.

To Get the Rough End of the Pineapple

This means that you got a raw deal or received unfair treatment. 

This one looks quite calm

To Carry On Like a Pork Chop

This is a pretty common phrase that you hear a lot. It means to carry on, rant, to have a tantrum.  It is meant to allude to the sound of a pork chop sizzling in the pan.

You Right?

This is also very common, and often heard in a shop - as in 'Are you all right?', as in 'Do you need help or assistance?'.

Sanger

This one had me stumped for a long time.  It is a slang word for sandwich.  Don't ask me.....

Snag

Again, a slang word for sausage.  You can actually have a snag sanger if you are interested.

I Didn't Come Down in the Last Shower

This means that you aren't stupid, no one is going to pull the wool over your eyes.  The first evidence of this phrase was in Australia in 1883.

Even koalas do it

Sickie - To Chuck a Sickie

A 'sickie' is a sick day off work, usually without any medical reason.  To 'chuck a sickie' means that you are going to take a day off work 'sick', even though you most likely are not ill.

Spit the Dummy

In Australia, a soother is called a dummy, so if you spit the dummy, you have a tantrum or a cry.

An Australian Classic

Straight to the Poolroom

If you haven't seen it, please see the 1997 movie 'The Castle'.  It is absolutely full of Australian sayings, slang and culture.  This phrase comes directly from the movie, when the main character, Darryl, is given something really special and he wants it to go straight to the poolroom for display and for everyone to see.

To Have Tickets on Yourself

People that have tickets on themselves are usually conceited or have an inflated sense of ego.  The phrase first became popular during the First World War and had increased usage in the 1920's and 1930's.


On the Turps

This comes from a shortening of the word 'turpentine' and it alludes to the use of turpentine or methylated spirits by down-and-out alcoholics.  Originally used to refer to someone drinking gin or rum, it is now used for all alcoholic beverages.  A similar phrase for being drunk is having a 'gutful of piss' (piss being a slang word for alcohol).  If you can't handle very much alcohol, you are a 'two pot screamer' - a pot is a measurement of draft beer and is half the size of a pint of beer.


General Insults

Aussies have a very creative use of language, and this shines bright when they are insulting someone.  Some examples of creative insults are:

• A few (kanga)roos loose in the top paddock. (a bit daft, not all there in the head)
• Couldn't find a grand piano in a one roomed house.
• Couldn't blow the froth off a glass of beer.
• A (lamb or pork) chop short of a barbie (barbecue).
• Useless as ashtray on a motorbikes