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Brissos, abbreviated names and courtship.

The mandatory Brisbane casualness (see Brissos and compulsory casualness), is most evident in speech, where Brissos will integrate slang, swearing and nicknames, both affectionate and derogatory, into every possible form of address. This will be noticed in a wide spectrum of interactions, from a surprise encounter in a café (‘G’day arsehole’), to a wedding speech, boardroom address, and most especially in parliamentary discussion.

Formal speech is for English tossers. An outsider may not realise that Brissos know how to speak grammatically and with correct pronunciation. They have been taught formal speech and social codes by the great Brisbane matriarchs, but they use this style of communication sparingly and make some effort to sound nasal and ignorant.

Brissos automatically shorten the names of things and people, adding a ‘y’ or ‘ie’ wherever possible. Do not be taken aback if your name is thus shortened: for example if Amanda is immediately shortened to Mandy, Edward to Eddy, Sheenagh to Sheensie. This is a sign of affection; you are accepted as part of the Brisso tribe. Along with brekkie, footy, the telly, a tinnie and a ‘quickie’ (not necessarily in that order).

The suffixes ‘ie’ or ‘ey’ are not the only adaptation. ‘O’ or ‘A’ or ‘Za’ at the end of a name are also acceptable. Warren becomes Wazza, Gary becomes Gazza, David becomes Davo. The great expression ‘Maccas’, which is heard all around Australia but nowhere else in the world (despite MacDonald’s global presence) was coined by Brissos.

If a name cannot be easily shorted, it will be lengthened instead. Thus Anna becomes Go Anna, or Anna Bananna, and a John becomes Johnno.

If you are called Brian your name will remain Brian: this is a general rule and does not reflect on you and the Brissos’ level of acceptance.

Brissos have been known to abbreviate and downsize rather complex social interactions: for example, social introductions are likely to go like this: Duffy, Bazza, Bazza, Duffy. And then the host moves onto a more practical topic….”What are you drinking”?

This perfunctory style is most remarkable with social processes and interactions that are highly elaborate in other cultures; eg. courtship and love. For Italians this may involve the writing of poetry and getting to know the family of the beloved. In parts of India, astrologists are called for to investigate compatibility. American courtship is likely to proceed through a series of dates, in which the devoted male will spend money on the female, take her out to theatre or restaurants, and the female must consult at length with her female friends, analysing various aspects of their date’s suitability or otherwise (a la Sex in the City). Brissos, wherever possible, forego such elaborate social processes, and get straight to the business of coupling.

Male Brissos who have travelled are aware of the time and effort devoted to such enterprises elsewhere in the world, and can thus appreciate how lucky they are to have been born in Brisbane, and that they have easy access to low maintenance women. Some of these cynically call the whole business, McSnatch.

Brissos – on schools and old school ties

Let’s get this out of the way. What school you went to is the most important thing for Brissos.

Brissos will always ask what school you went to in the first meeting.

To the uninitiated, the question might seem to have little relevance to the conversation.

We’re thinking of having our next holiday in South Africa – the exchange rate at the moment is incredible”.

Ah yes, Brownie took his family there last Christmas. They loved it, can’t wait to go back..…. What school did you go to?

A Brisso will know that this question has relevance to everything. It explains everything about the person, their character, opinions, preferences.

On hearing the answer the Brisso thinks: “Ah just as I thought, a Sydney person”….

or “ahh yes… a BBC boy”.

In which case they’ll respond “Oh so you’d know James Anderson-Marshall? And start a whole conversation about mutual acquaintances and friends.

What school you went to matters. Unless of course you’re from somewhere else. In which case Brissos couldn’t care less, as it means nothing. Do not tell stories about the school you went to in Geelong, Canberra, Shepparton or Ipswich, particularly if it was a Catholic school with nuns/brothers. Brissos will be as bored and irritated as if you were telling them about your travels overseas or the dream you had last night. (See Brissos and “Overseas“; and Brissos and Therapy).

The school you went to in Brisbane is what matters. It is a shorthand code for what kind of person you are. Like star signs. It makes things easy for everyone. It helps identify what you stand for and where you might fit in the lives of other Brissos. Whether you are likely to be fun, interesting, dull, superficial, successful, well connected or not. Whether you are good as a contact, an acquaintance, a potential spouse, a hit man, a cycling buddy, coffee pal, invited into the fold of the book club, or welcome for lunch/dinner at home with family.

It’s not that you will be excluded from being an acceptable Brisso, solely on the basis of the school you went to. There are many acceptable schools (although there is only one true school) and there are many Brissos with histories of Catholic or State Schooling – nevertheless, accepted as ‘one of us’. . (see Brissos and Freaks – “One of us”). Note that those people have usually been discrete and have not gone into any detail about their school histories, except to mention Prime Ministers and other famous people who were at that school.

Those same Brissos, when in the company of their alma mater, will talk of nothing but their school days, revisiting those crazy days at day/boarding school in meticulous detail: the terrible food, the sadist brothers/nuns. In this context they still call each other by their Grade 8 nicknames: Bomber and Muffy.

Brissos who went to Brisbane Grammar have a special category of their own – they are known here as hard core Brissos. They will not only ask you what school you went to at the first meeting, but they will find of way of mentioning their Grammar schooling. Not just at the first meeting, but at every meeting no matter how frequently you see them.

This phenomenon becomes particularly tedious and repetitive in Brisbane corporate functions and board rooms, because there will invariably be several Grammar old boys there, hamming it up. It becomes particularly poignant in the retirement home where the decrepit old boy finds his Grammar references fall on deaf ears.

This part is of course completely made up – what I’d like to think goes on with Grammar old boys. As I didn’t go to Grammar, I wouldn’t know what goes on in corporate functions or board rooms. And who am I kidding – Grammar old boys don’t end up in retirement homes.