When The Redneck Met Gough Whitlam

To commemorate what would have been the 100th birthday of Gough Whitlam, relive my tribute from 2014.

I was only ten years old when former Australian Prime Minister Gough Whitlam was unceremoniously dismissed from office in 1975, but his death last week had a profound impact on me, as it did on so many other Australians.

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I am not only sorry at his passing, he was such a towering presence — physically and politically.

Many in Australia mourn that Gough’s political legacy has been tragically trashed over the subsequent decades, by both sides of politics. I doubt we will see a return to those heady days.

I had the pleasure of meeting “The Great Man” years ago when writing radio commercials
at Sydney radio station 2KY, which at that time was owned by the Labor Council of New South Wales.

Former NSW premier Barrie Unsworth was the General Manager and was showing Gough around the palatial corporate edifice.
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I was rather a fan of the Mambo clothing company. On the day in question, I was suitably attired in the standard creative uniform of a Mambo t-shirt.

My selection that day was a satirical parody of the famous Australian match brand Redheads (apologies to Australian readers for getting the glove puppets of explanation out). In place of the flaming caricature redhead, my t-shirt depicted controversial “politician” and all round embarrassment to Australia Pauline Hanson. The word “Redheads” had been brilliantly replaced by “Rednecks” with assorted contents and warnings as you can see.

After exchanging pleasantries with Gough, he looked down (quite literally) at my t-shirt,
smiled and said “Well done, Comrade.”

A memorable moment from an unforgettable man.

Vale, Gough.

©Steve Williams 2016

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You could always tell them to get *****d…
Not the ideal course of action obviously, but for a radio station creative writer it is very tempting.

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You will recognise these godawful radio commercial clichés from having them cruelly seared into your auditory canals as a listener, or being forced to insert them into a commercial by a sales manager or client with the imagination of a prawn.

In absolutely no particular order, with bonus appropriate responses…

“All your (whatever) needs” — I don’t have any needs… that you can help with anyway.

“Thinking (insert product here)?” — No, no I’m not. So do I have to listen to the rest of this?

“One stop shop” — The cliché to end all clichés (cliché alert). I’d rather sauté my scrotum
than use that in an ad. Unless you’re mercilessly taking the p*** out of it (the ad, not my scrotum).

“Located at… (address)” — Oh, so that’s YOUR address? I would never have guessed.

“All roads lead to…” — No, actually they don’t.

“They have all the best (whatevers) under the one roof” — as opposed to seven?

“Tonight at 8.30pm.” — Thanks for clarifying that.

Client voiced ads — No. Their ego needs stroking? Get them some lotion.

Ads obviously voiced by station “talent” that say “we” — Unless the drive announcer
is moonlighting as a car dealer, no.
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“Family owned, Australian business…” — So if it’s run by a single Swedish person
you shouldn’t shop / eat / drink / whatever there? Xenophobia much? Hopefully a very high-rating, high profile Australian metro station has a drinking game using this one. It’s very popular.

“Hello Beryl, that’s a nice (Wankel rotary engine), where did you get it?”
— Pathetic conversational ads, sometimes nauseatingly described as “slice of life” are the work of Satan. Nobody EVER speaks like that. If you have a gun to your head, maybe try and gently take the proverbial out of it. Or ask them to pull the trigger.

“Wankel Rotary Engines R Us” – Difficult, the client has chosen a business name that sucks…
see above option.

“Call us on (phone number).” — as opposed to? Unless the phone number is the only way to buy the product or makes up 90% of the jingle, lose it.

“See us at (address).” — Lose the horrific first few words.

“Check out our website, www.(whatever).com” — Ditto and lose the “www”, it’s not 1993.

“Are you in the market for…?” — Nope. Now what?

“Open seven days a week…” — Oh, so you mean every day?

“Don’t forget to like us on Facebook.” — No. You’re my proctologist.

There are no doubt many, many others, but I‘m feeling nauseous having endured this lot… “Thinking nausea….?”

©Steve Williams 2014

*The uncut version originally appeared here:
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