This is a call to arms.
Ladies, gentlemen and genderfluids of the blogsphere, the time has come to resist the plague of Americanisms that have forced our Australian idiom to the point of extinction. It's time to fight back.
It's time to speak of mates, not buddies. Of rooting, not fucking. Of shed-u-als, not sked-yuls.
When was the last time you experienced something that was bloody grouse, or that you had a bonzer weekend? If you've been in a blue lately, did you dong the bastard? Have you been full as a tick, or full as a goog this weekend?
Who's with me?