I too enjoyed the fags story. It reminded me of while I was in the Navy back in 1966. After a 6 month tour on station in Viet Nam, my ship pulled into Sydney Australia as part of the Coral Sea celebration. I took 10 days leave there and checked into a hotel near the Kings Cross section. Had lots of laughs hanging out with some Air Force blokes and listening to their lingo. Somehow it came up that I had boxed a little on board the ship. One of the guys had a boxing Kangaroo in his garage so we went to his house to spar a bit. After a couple quarts of beer, I put the gloves on to have a go at the roo. I though I was doing pretty good until the roo had had enough. He leaned back on his tail and put both feet in my chest sending me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. After I got my wits back about me, One of the guys says..."I say matey, what say we go down to the pub and gag a few grog and pick up some sheilas'"? Another bit of lingo that baffled me was while in the hotel waiting for the elevator going back to my room one night, I met a foxy little blond gal. We struck up a conversation and I think she was getting off on somewhere around the fourth floor and I was on the sixth floor. When she exited the elevator, she said, "Knock me up sometime tomorrow." She was a little embarrassed when I told her what I thought she said. I guess I was too. I did love my time down under though.[/QUOTE
Wicked stories mate .... I roared at the girl in the lift .... spot on !!