With deepest apologies to anyone who, you know, might actually be Australian
[rising inflection on every sentence please]
Awight mates?
So t’day I bin torkin’ ‘Strine.
An’ doin’ Strine things.
In a good ol’ Strine fashun.
For lunch I had a koala burger.
With a side order of spiders.
Big big Strine spiders.
Not them tiny wingeing pom spiders.
Nah mate.
Anyway.
I thort I’d just leave some top quality Strine music in yer earoles.
Here’s Missy.
She sings a bit proper and a bit posh, but she’s as Strine as a gnat on a dingo’s left bollock.
Yeah.
I really need to socialise with some people during the day.