A few posts ago I mentioned the loss of Australian slang and the increasing Americanisation of language and culture.
Some years ago I read an article by Phillip Adams that dealt with the same issue. He made a proposal inspired by the Ray Bradbury novel Fahrenheit 451, a story set in some unspecified future where books are banned and the job of firemen is to burn books discovered in the illegal possession of citizens. The government disseminates information via electronic communication, thereby controlling knowledge, information and thought. One fireman, Guy Montag, secretly keeps a book and begins questioning what he has been taught to believe. This leads to more books being kept and eventually to discussions with dissident individuals. Montag is forced to burn his books and house when he is reported, causing him to kill his captain and flee into the wilderness. There he finds a community of people determined to keep the subject matter of books alive. Admission into the community is allowed only where an individual has memorised a book..
Adams suggested that just as individuals in Fahrenheit 451 were each keeping alive a book, so we should preserve and keep alive Australian colloquialisms and slang by each person adopting one Australian slang expression and using it whenever possible.
That made a lot of sense to me so, with Mr Adams, I began doing my bit for the Australian vernacular.
I adopted as my expression the phrase “dressed up like a pox doctor’s clerk”.
