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That may be, but according to "Wobbly Bob" and his friends, it meant Prisoner Of her Majesty) And yeah I know, that is what the brits called the Aussies since it was once a penal colony, but they had switched it around, and they weren't the only ones I encountered who meant it this way.

These guys were pretty old, as evidenced by them thanking me several times for the fact that the "Yanks kept the Japs from invading Darwin when the POMs abandoned them". And yeah, I know, the brits had problems of their own at the time. These guys were also openly hostile to any of the "abbos" who entered either of the two pubs, which led to some uncomfortable moments. It was off season, tourist wise, the time of year of stinger jelly fish, salt water crocs breeding and stifling heat, but at least there were mostly only the locals around.
Yeah, at School it was said that POM, or more correctly POME was on the back of their shirts, Prisoner of Mother England. Like WOG being on the other immigrant's backs, Working for Our Government.
Reading literature written by the "common man", anecdotes, journals, and specifically war journals, Pomegranates does come up a lot.
I'm not qualified to give a definite answer.
I've also got about one swallow left of my third 1 litre bottle of 6.5% homebrew Cider, I'm barely qualified to go for a p*ss!
 
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This has nothing to do with Oz, but wtf. I used to drink with some Brits back in the 80s when I was working overseas. They were all in their 30s and up, and I was just a pup of 19 or 20. They were great guys - until about the 3rd cocktail. Then the chummy atmosphere dissipated and they got surprisingly belligerent about nearly everything. I would bring over tapes so I didn't have to listen to The Clash for the 100th time. When the player was free, I tossed my tape in. They would immediately begin slamming any music that wasn't British as poser trash. For the rest of the evening I would be referred to as 'Sunshine" and any other number of obscure names that were only mildly offensive because they were meaningless to me. The oldest of the group was a Scot named George and his brogue would get so thick I could barely understand him. They would apologize to me sometimes during one of his rants and they were always amused when I told them don't bother, I didn't get word of it. Eventually, one of them snatched my Little Feat tape out of the player as "sh**e" and threw it across the room. I fished it out from behind the couch just as he fired up Adam Ant singing about "goody two shoes". I had never heard it before and began laughing hysterically and told them it sounded like gay nursery rhymes and they had no credible basis for judging anything playing crap like that. I then told them the best Brit bands all had their roots in American blues music and so THEY were the posers. And then I pointed in their faces and said, "All of you ****ers would give half yer a** to go to the states and you KNOW it!"

It got oddly quiet for a moment, but the mood was ugly, so I grabbed my stuff and got the f outta there before somebody took a swing at me. They tried to shrug it away the next day but I never went back. I think that was the first time I understood being resented as a "Yank".
 
No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or that I've won the big fight, big fight

Look out or they'll tell you
You're a "Superstar"
Two weeks and you're an all-time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes

I'll be singing this in my head all day now!
 
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I could have lived the rest of my life w/o knowing the words to that song. I always thought The Cult had gone for a similar look but they, OTOH, rocked.
 
I could have lived the rest of my life w/o knowing the words to that song. I always thought The Cult had gone for a similar look but they, OTOH, rocked.

I loved it, we played pretty much every song on Electric. King Contrary Man was my favourite to sing. You try singing those Yeahs without passing out!
 
I could have lived the rest of my life w/o knowing the words to that song. I always thought The Cult had gone for a similar look but they, OTOH, rocked.

She came on with an alligator smile
Dynamite lover, scorpion child
Trying to get to Heaven 'fore the sun goes down, yeah
She came on with a cyclone kiss
Hey there, baby, you don't never miss
Lizard in a bottle, oh yeah
C"mon little Devil
Be my little angel!
 

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