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Stralia day

Blue Voices Member
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Hi just a thought have a new room for Stralia day. We are now one, and the best country going around. shore we have our problems. But we are all working on them, one problem at a time.

Now the B.B.Q. is set up the fridge is in the shed. We have large tables and plenty of chairs. go for it people.


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Hey MrK

Thanks for reminding me Kanga, must buy myself an Aussie flag made of course in the PRC 🙂

Hey all

Good thread..

Aussie day is big for us because it is the birthday of our youngest family member.Easy to remember because of the public holiday!.

Bought my flag yesterday and will go to the large parade that takes over one of our towns each Aussie Day. The parade has loads of local groups marching and interesting floats too.Always a little fun.

Shred out

Just Sara
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Hey Peter!

Stralia Day thread is a bottla' you beauty mate! Put another lobster on the barbie (not the doll) an' get out the bat an' ball for a game o' cricket me snicket. Go down the rubbidy dub to get some deer and cheer and have dad's home grown go-kart races down the drag after lunch.

"Stone the crows Dad"

"Watch it or I'll give ya a clip up the back o' the colla' Dave"

He he...Sara xo

Struth mate I'll have to hit the frog n toad, ya blood galoot whos filnched me bag of fruit. I need another gear the old hopkins choice went to the black stump still there. Bloody galah I'll have a stubbie


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Stone the bloody crows I have the snags, chops, steaks, even the prawns. I want to know who's bringing the dogs eyes and dead horse?


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I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge,

sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I knew him,

so I sent the letter to him, Just ‘on spec’,

addressed as follows, ‘Clancy, of The Overflow’.
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,

(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)

’Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:

‘Clancy’s gone to Queensland droving,

and we don’t know where he are.’

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy

Gone a-droving ‘down the Cooper’ where the Western drovers go;

As the stock are slowly stringing,

Clancy rides behind them singing,

For the drover’s life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him,

and their kindly voices greet him.

In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid

of the sunlit plains extended,

And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.

I am sitting in my dingy little office,

where a stingy Ray of sunlight

struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city

Through the open window floating,

spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle,

I can hear the fiendish rattle Of the tramways

and the ‘buses making hurry down the street, And

the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,

Comes fitfully and faintly

through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me,

and their pallid faces haunt me

As they shoulder one another

in their rush and nervous haste,

With their eager eyes and greedy,

and their stunted forms and weedy,

For townsfolk have no time to grow,

they have no time to waste.

And I somehow rather fancy

that I’d like to change with Clancy,

Like to take a turn at droving

where the seasons come and go,

While he faced the round eternal

of the cash-book and the journal —

But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’.

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Now the dogs they held a festival,
They came from near and far.
Some they came by by aeroplane,
and some by motor car.

Now before into the concert hall,
They were allowed to look

Each dog had to take off his
You know what and hang it on a hook.

Well when they were all seated there
A dirty little yellow dog began to holler fire.

Well out they rushed in panic
They didn’t stop to look

Each dog he grabbed a you know what
From off the nearest hook

So that’s the reason that you’ll see
When walking down the street

Each dog will stop and swap a smell

With every dog he meets just to see
if it’s his own.

Can I place an order please Kanga?

ummm....some prawns....couple O' snags and some eye fillet please...I'll pass on the K9 ingredient you mentioned and leave that for another country in the Asia pacific region

I cant stone any crows here in Vic as we just have Ravens 🙂

Speaking of Ravens.....did you see those Crows in the Omen with Gregory Peck and Lee Remick?

yummmmy steak.....ahhhhhhhhh

Paul 🙂

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oils aren't oils so watch the flare up.