Every so often you see a headline that makes you laugh out loud with such ferocity that everyone at the park you might happen to be at with your dog at the time, turns your way wondering if you might be a little on the unusual side.
BACK TO WHERE IT ALL BOGAN in reference to Shane Warne, was one such headline today.
With his lip glossed lips stretched to full capacity around a beer glass at Royal Ascot no less, our Warney reminded us of why we used to love him so much before he turned his back on all that we still know.
What I adored about Warney’s really un-Ascot worthy behaviour last weekend, including the old hand on Liz’s bottom in the most inappropriate region of the overall gluteus area, was that he dropped his guard for a moment and actually showed the world where he’s come from.
I find nothing more cringe worthy than someone who’s hit the big time, and suddenly trying to pretend they’ve always been posher and more cultured than the a European Baron from a place we’ve never heard of.
At age fifteen Warney and I used to catch the same bus to school every morning. I admit I used to think Warney was a bit of a spunk despite the fact I’d never ever had a conversation with him so it was as most things at that age, based on nothing more than a shallow crush.
Both of us teenagers as we were then had no idea that one of us would end up one of the world’s most famous cricketers of all time, and the other didn’t expect her friend to marry a prince and as a result me ending up in a royal wedding. Life is really pretty bizarre like that, you never know what’s going to happen at a future bus stop down the track.
But one thing I do know is that it doesn’t matter what crowd I end up hanging with from time to time, how wealthy they may be or how many diamond necklaces they may have access to, I would be a phony if I suddenly started prancing around pretending my jewels were anything more than a great imitation cubic zirconias.
If I am invited to an event or to spend time with famous or financially successful people then that certainly isn’t because I’ve convinced them that our family name or bank balances are on par in anyway. If I did start trying to give the impression I’d come from somewhere I hadn’t they would see right through me and think I was a complete and utter loser and a twit.
It’s not always easy being an Aussie who hasn’t come from huge wealth to suddenly find themselves mixing with the royal Ascot set or thereabouts because no matter what you do sometimes you cannot shift the cloud of ‘bogan’ that seems to constantly hang over your head. It’s hard to compete with the sheer elegance that you find with people who have grown up in an old European family or from inherited wealth. There’s just this in-built panic brought on by the programming many of us Aussies give to ourselves, that says “don’t kid yourself you’re not fooling anyone love.”
On a positive note it does keep us all very grounded no matter where we end up, however on the negative it’s also an unnecessary feeling that we’re constantly from a lesser breed.
All I do know is when you’re someone like Warney who’s only kidding himself and maybe Liz Hurley that he’s an old English gentleman, I don’t think I’m alone in wishing he’d drop the act and just be the bogan we all learned to love. Although not ideal he chooses Ascot to come out of the Bogan closet, I still like him prefer him enormously with his lips wrapped around a beer glass than pouting and taking himself so painfully seriously like he appears to have been of late. And given Warney knew the photos were being taken, it is very clear this is just a massive Bogan’s cry for help!