h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I woke up this morning with bloody Skippy theme music playing in my head!!!

Sorry, mate. I've just finished the XXXX. YOu'll have to have the Southwark bitter. You poor bastard, it's the worst beer in the country. But it's hot enough to boil a monkey's bum and I've been flat out like a lizard drinking bringing in the hay from the top paddock.

I reckon we should go into the Bullabakanka pub and have a counterie. Whaddya say??

In the ute. If you can find those blanky keys.

Bloody Skippy. Never here when you bloody need a handy roo.

"Tumba Bloody Rumba"

by John O'Grady (1907-1981) (aka Nino Culotta – They’re a Weird Mob)


I was down the Riverina, knockin' 'round the towns a bit,
And occasionally resting with a schooner in me mitt,
And on one of these occasions, when the bar was pretty full
And the local blokes were arguin' assorted kind of bull,
I heard a conversation, most peculiar in its way.
It's only in Australia you would hear a joker say:
"Howya bloody been, ya drongo, haven't seen ya fer a week,
And yer mate was lookin' for ya when ya come in from the creek.
'E was lookin' up at Ryan's, and around at bloody Joe's,
And even at the Royal, where 'e bloody NEVER goes".
And the other bloke says "Seen 'im? Owed 'im half a bloody quid.
Forgot to give it back to him, but now I bloody did -
Could've used the thing me bloody self. Been off the bloody booze,
Up at Tumba-bloody-rumba shootin' kanga-bloody-roos."
Now the bar was pretty quiet, and everybody heard
The peculiar integration of this adjectival word,
But no-one there was laughing, and me - I wasn't game,
So I just sits back and lets them think I spoke the bloody same.
Then someone else was interested to know just what he got,
How many kanga-bloody-roos he went and bloody shot,
And the shooting bloke says "Things are crook -
the drought's too bloody tough.
I got forty-two by seven, and that's good e-bloody-nough."
And, as this polite rejoinder seemed to satisfy the mob,
Everyone stopped listening and got on with the job,
Which was drinkin' beer, and arguin', and talkin' of the heat,
Of boggin' in the bitumen in the middle of the street,
But as for me, I'm here to say the interesting piece of news
Was Tumba-bloody-rumba shootin' kanga-bloody-roos.

Er. I should add that I do not necessarily concur with the activities described above.


It's just a cute pome

I think it is anyway.

struth i need the dunny

Skippy skips off stage right pursued by a giant dunny spider.

'Hey Skip where are the Uoot keys?'

I don't have them. If you don't have them, then OBVIOUSLY they've been bushwacked. We'll have to send Skippy to get them back ... as only a TV roo can

struth they took me voice away...........

Bastards.

Well gonna have to skip this for a while Skip but be a good roo and find lost kiddies.............

No worries mate. See ya round like a rissole.

Keep the rissole rollin cobbers................

Truth mate that was a long trek to that billabong for water and my pouch leeks like a dunny pan.

sTruth mate that was a long trek to that billabong for water and my pouch leeks like a dunny pan.

I am going walkabout Skip see ya the 5th of November fairdinkum

Skippy , goes down to the watering hole ,asks Mick Dundee for a 3.03 and fosters . Goes back with Mick and starts to shoot all you pommies
"Gud on ya Skippy" mick say's as all you pommies take a dive .
Skippy say's Gud day mick .

Awwww, mate. You're off.

Been up to Surfer's Paradise with Skip, checking out the sheila roos 'n downing plenty of Bundy and XXXX, back with a sunburned nose and a few shark bites out of the ol' surfboard, and you're off. Have a good one, cobber.

Skip's in reasonable shape. Got any ideas for a peeling, sunburned pair of roo ears?? I thought a bit of emu oil might do the trick.

See ya round like a rissole

I am back from me walkabout cobbers

Hey Skip where s the Ute keys ?

Struth mate going on walkabout again