Forty, fifty, sixty years ago, BF; (Before Fraser), “G’day, ow yer goin’?” “Good ‘n, you?” was a greeting, and response that could be heard all around Australia, when blokes, or sheilas, met. You hear it rarely nowadays; more’s the pity. The old ways in Australia are fast disappearing.
Must admit, that for the past 20 years or more, whenever I’ve been asked how I’m going, I always answer “not bad, for a young bloke”, young blokes look at me as if I’m odd, old blokes scratch their noggin.
What started him on this ramble; you might be wondering, if you’ve got this far, well, I’ve been having trouble sleeping of late, and from sheer frustration one night, late, I turned on the idiot box, and tuned in to some American program, where a panel of 1 gal and 2 guys (note the American expressions) were babbling on, and getting somewhat excited, about some sporting event.
I wasn’t taking much notice of what they were ‘discussing’, I found myself watching, fascinated by something I’d never noticed before. Americans actually open and use their mouths when, and as, they speak.
I’ve kind of noticed that the occupant of the Oval Office, has a mouth, that reminds me of a petulant parrot, when it starts prattling on, but I’d never noticed how every Americans mouth/ lips are going flat stick, when they speak. Well every American on TV sports shows.
It’s completely at odds, with the dinkum Australian way of speaking, where the lips barely move, which has been labelled laconic, for as long as I can remember. Some have had the temerity to call it lazy.
The simple, you might believe simplistic, explanation goes back to the time of the early settlers from Great Britain, who found the heat during the long, dry summers harsh, and that by speaking whilst barely moving the lips, was more comfortable and easier than speaking normally, whilst taking in great gulps of very hot air, (which is now spurted out by our pollies).
It also has the added attraction, of making it harder to swallow flies. Yes I’ve seen ‘blowies’ as big as a 20 cent piece, so big and heavy that they can barely fly. I kid you not!
Must admit, too, that I’ve had my fill of flies, literally, when I went bush a long time back, but I’m not getting into that! Australia does have a bad, you might say very bad, fly problem.
I suppose in another 40 or 50 years, there wont be any blokes or sheilas left, to say g’day, just guys and gals saying ‘hi’ ; or perhaps अच्छा दिन, or maybe 美好的一天 or even ngày tốt; just glad that I wont be around.
Congratulations if you got this far. 😛
I’m feeling rather sprightly at the moment; so I might just throw some more drivel at the unwary, and lets be honest; have you ever read as much as this in your life before?