I mean "gay", of course, in the offensive, playground, politically
incorrect sense of the word. As in: "Your Dad's car is totally gay." Or:
"That shark was so gay he didn't even manage to take your whole leg
off." This is the kind of usage that would you have you arrested in
Australia these days, such is the gag-making political correctness of
the land they once called the Lucky Country but which now ought more
properly to be named the Haringey of the Southern Hemisphere.
When I tell this to people who've never been to Oz they are usually
surprised. Australia, they imagine, is a rugged, no-nonsense place where
the men all look a bit like Crocodile Dundee (or, at least, the late
Steve Irwin), and where their idea of a chat-up line to the Sheilas on
Bondi beach is "Hey Sheila. Do you want a ****?" (to which they'll add,
if Sheila is reluctant: "Well would you mind just lying there while I
have one?")
But it's just not true. Australia handed in its testicles to the
progressives long ago...
Somewhat bafflingly, James Delingpole, manages to use this dodgy and nasty intro to write a loopy Telegraph blog championing climate change denial.
Err, well done, mate. Bonzer!
Thursday, 20 December 2012
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