[There is one subgroup in Sydney that is almost unanimously hated - lads. They are a distinguisable feature of Sydney, and yet many travellers who come to Sydney and Sydneysiders of a certain generation have no idea who these skinny boys with white hats are.]
A day in the life of a lad
Yeh time to put on my orange and navy blue striped Nautica polo, my white Saucony shorts, my white Polo Ralph Lauren cap. I hate haven’ to cut the security tags off ‘n’ shit though it’s like my morning hastle eh. And my fresh Nike Tns that I bought with the money earned from selling some stolen GPSs from JB Hi Fi. Fukken good aye.
Gotta go to Burwood station to do some tags. it’s swaz [sweet as] cuz my Sony Ericsson W800i can play music really loud on the bus. People on the bus don’t know nuffin about good rave music. So I burnt the plastic on the bus seat with my lighter so it reeeeked and they’d shut up their faces and stop lookin.
It’s sick man – at Burwood they can’t get rid of my tag: ‘da man’. It’s cuz I am ‘da man’. Cuz that’s me aye. But I still did a few just in case. Took some old guy’s wallet and bought some durrieszz [cigarettes] but then I jumped the ticket gate and got the first train into the city. But I had to fuck off at Central instead of Town Hall because the fat ass ticket inspectors were on. But doesn’t matter cuz my dealer was running late, we met in the laneway near George Street Maccas.
I don’t get why no one wants to employ me, ‘da man’. It’s not my fault they don’t want to employ me, they just don’t, so I don’t have a full time job yet - I just steal stuff from Myers. I’ve been caught taking shit there before, I got a ban, but fuck it. Me and my bros need some new polos and shorts. So we’re just gonna hang around [loiter] and til they’re busy then we roll.
At Town Hall steps but the police came by but it’s sweet cuz they don’t get us [when speaking pig latin] so I told everyone “eshays adlays” and we went back to the inner west.
We punched some cones [smoked bongs] and then thought about going out. One of us has a car so eight of us got in and we cruised around for some parties. Found some sweet house and started drinking the all the alcohol on offer. Everyone was pretty drunk so they didn’t notice but the cops turned up for some reason so we left and tagged their letter box. arh I don’t remember what happened but someone got me with my lighter when I was passed out so my leg really hurts aye.