Ok. I've heard enough about Vegemite since I've been here. Australians seem to view their love of vegemite with all the seriousness of Americans and their TV remotes.Take a guy I know, D-Man, who's physical conditioning is something even Lance Armstrong would envy. I came upon him at lunch spreading the noxious brown goo on toast (THE definitive way to have it, according to those here) waxing poetic about it's virtues.
I don't know about all that.
What I do know is that I've seen the current commercials on TV depicting a kid trying to do his homework under the eyes of his harridan mother. Suddenly through his bedroom door come the ghostly flickering black and white images of the kids from the 1950's "Happy Little Vegmites" ad; screaming their unholy theme song with the lead "little girl" threatening to beat him senseless with her baton. As the mother looks on indulgently from the doorway, our little hero is feverishly trying to complete his homework before our Little Vegemites, looking for all the world like pop-and-lock escapees from the TV in the movie The Ring, threaten to take his soul and imprison it down a dank black well.
No wonder he gets his homework done in record time. It's a small price to pay to get reprieved from Vegemite hell.- Farmer Ted
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The next time someone accuses you of trying to "be Aussie", just say that you hate Vegemite. That should convince them!
Josey W.
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