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| Mydingaling | |
| By cynicsid | ||||||
| 11 October 2006 | ||||||
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An alternative Antipodean perspective. Mydingaling-Custom As well as exterminating the locals we also absorbed their customs. There used to be a Tribal Rite de Passage where to prove one’s manhood one would go out into the wild and by sheer physical strength and will-power subdue a dangerous animal. Well apart from Town Centres on a Friday or Saturday night, you can no longer find a genuinely dangerous animal to subdue or as the long gone locals would have said “Snag”. So it became modern custom and practice to target sheep, Kangaroos were too difficult and Wallabies to small to be satisfying. Thus arose the sport of Sheep snagging. This is celebrated in derisory song. “You all snag sheep, you all snag sheep There’s a lot of them around And the Sheep are better looking than The women in your town. You all snag sheep, you all snag sheep You find it lots of fun But should the sheep go missing, You go up each others Pub. In the old days (1980s) a young buck would snag his sheep and then take it into his local hostelry, However Environmental Health Legislation has meant that you can no longer take animals into places where food or beverages are consumed. (Apart from Guide Dogs.) So in the late Nineties the successful “Snagger” would have to leave his conquest in the car park. A sign would be hung round its neck stating that “X” had snagged me. However weedy, wimpy boys would sneak up on such tethered animals, untie them and then take them to their Pub. When the heroic snagger and his mates came out to view the conquest, only to find it gone, they would go up their rival’s pub. There’s lots to be said about the Antipodes and its strange customs, watch this space.
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