Save our strine

Peter Leith has strong views on most topics, and today he is hell bent on preserving a much-loved aspect of a vanishing Australia.


The Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House have become globally recognised billboards. Flinders Street Station was ‘renovated’ and looks a lot like the entrance to Luna Park. Even the hallowed precinct and turf of the MCG have fallen prey to the creeping malignancy of the advertising disease.

Only protective legislation has saved Uluru from commercial exploitation that would have made it ‘the only advertising billboard on Earth visible from outer space’. But the saddest development of all is that we are hearing less and less strine.

Whatever has happened to such quintessential Australianisms as: G’donya, bewdy mate, starve the lizards and stone the crows, avago ya mug, flat out like a lizard drinking, ridgy didge and rippa mate?

The pristine ‘purity’ of the Australian language is being corrupted by a new generation of foreign imports such as: awesome, cool, sweet and similar soulless jargon.

To all the Philistines who would try to corrupt and replace the pristine purity of strine (lingua Australis), I can only say, ‘Up your nose with a rubber hose, mate!’

So, with the aim of saving our strine, I invite all YourLifeChoices members to join me in forming a Protect Indigenous Strine Society – although we may have to discourage use of any acronym.

What is your favourite strine? Do you do your bit to maintain the love? Would you join Peter’s Protect Indigenous Strine Society?

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