Jungle Jobbie

Last post before Vietnam and the Deefock Supremacy. Now what image could transcend and even link East and West? How about this from Mike? A Carlisle outdoor bog with massed Cocos and sundry palms next door. As if the foreground has been agent oranged/napalmed, while Charlie/jungle is already surging back. Perfect. I’m sure I will be able to – as they say “compare and contrast” Vietnamese and Carlisle outdoor jungle crappers. Existence is always suffering.

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43 Responses to Jungle Jobbie

  1. The Legend 101 says:

    Most houses in those suburbs are like this.


  2. Lucky Star says:

    So that’s where the expression “built like a brick shithouse” came from. That’s an almost impressive outdoor dunny. I can’t believe it, they’ve even tiled the roof. Most dunny’s I’ve seen before were just thrown together out of old corrigated iron.


    • Rolly says:

      Glad to see the correct vernacular, “dunny”, used in this context, L_S.
      “Bog”, indeed!!
      Bloody pommie talk, that.
      Shame Lazy, shame.
      Likewise, the term “crapper”; a name derived from the inventor of the Water Closet, of which these were not.
      Pans prevailed at the time of colonisation of these South Eastern Suburbs.
      Governments and land developers had have a lot to answer for in the perssuit of the almighty dollar. (Or quid, as it was in them there days.)

      However, I have no doubt that you will discover a whole new meaning to the words “shit hole” in your intended travels.
      Buon Viaggi.


      • I’ll be staying away from the local viaggi. I only got the hep A shot not the hep B.


      • Lucky Star says:

        Thanks Rolly. They were common to my area growing up, so I was taught the proper vernacular for them (pity about my spelling above though – that’ll teach me to type before my morning coffee. “Dunny’s” indeed!). The local church had the pan kind, which I don’t think anyone ever emptied, and the local nature reserve had the kind with the deep pit underneath. I always thought it would be unfortunate if one were to accidently drop their glasses down one of the pit ones.

        My mother, who grew up in the 1950’s, also told me all about pans and the pan man who used to come every week. She told me everyone would disappear inside their houses at the time he was due to come and how at Christmas every year they’d leave him a bottle of beer or something similar as a thank you for his services.


  3. pete says:

    From what I hear, Friday nights – the Russian roulette games go off.

    Just tell them Po sent you.


  4. No weekday post to prepare for the first time in 3 and a half years! What to do with my time tonight? Maybe a sip of alcohol. As you may have gathered, and as Deefock can attest, I have a strict no drinking while blogging policy. I am passionate about this. I have also always eschewed the sans pants attitude of other bloggers. So a nip of Madeira with no strides on tonight. Locked in.


  5. 2bob says:

    Strange that its got its own hot water system, and that all the vents have been blocked up…xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx?


  6. Hovean says:

    Serious corrosion happening to the metal cladding of the gable – something nasty here. Plus bricked up windows, hot water system, industrial vent pipe and patched hole in roof ….. I wonder what it could be?


  7. Davo C Onan says:

    send him to ze cooler

    maybe it is a sauna?


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