Bogan* Watching

Well, missed Winter Magic on the weekend but I did partake in something that I haven’t done in a while…sit at a pub and chat to Bogan’s. Now this wasn’t the plan, but you stick me in a situation where alcohol is consumed and, who knows why, I end up having quite lengthy conversations with the strangest people. This has happened by entire drinking life and it’s good that I’m an avid people watcher, otherwise I might not see the funny side to all this.

Most of my friends have commented over time and all have their reasons why I seem to be the target for this Bogan phenomenon but I can just not see a night out on the piss without this occurring at least once.

So Friday night I met a country boy who came to chat so his mate would feel comfortable coming over for a chat…spent quite a bit of time dribbling bull about tax returns…TAX…I ignore THAT subject as much as humanly possible (even during tax time, which reminds me…better not do that again this year)…than after escaping, went to another pub where got into a conversation about who knows what with Bogan’s of the older persuasion, which can be much more entertaining but don’t always laugh when you talk back to them.

But the Bogan highlight of the night was a chick, which I have never met in my life, came up to me, give me a big hug, told me I was her best friend and than left…as I said…highly entertaining…(that and the man taking the piss out of drag queens by singing ABBA in a bad frock and an even worse wig…though he did do the Proclaimer’s in a kilt).
But something did happen that has never happened before and will be talked about for some time, I’d be thinking. Got a lift home in a street sweeper. Who can f*cken say that…lol…really strange sitting in a truck with a steering wheel in front of you turning all by it’s self. Hope the poor block didn’t get in too much trouble for the smashed windscreen.

*If your offended by the term "Bogan" or the way I'm using it, I mean no offence. I have meet some really interesting and wonderful people in my life who, not only would I refer to as Bogan's, but would also refer to themselves as Bogan's. Bogan culture rocks…I’m such a f*cken “Westie”…lol...