I've never won best dressed

Dear diary.

Every now and then i like to sway from my traditional casual wardrobe (slim fit jeans(not to be mistaken for skinny) and t-shirt sometimes a polo if i'm feeling extra important. On these occasions i go all out as i attempt to become a stereotype. I'm not trying to be the worlds poster boy for these stereotypes, though i would like to be the best out of a public sample space of 50 people or less. Though unfortunately my attention to detail leaves me coming in second best. Some memorable ones come to mind, my failed attempt at :

A bogan.
A bogan is one of Australias, more well known stereotypes. They enjoy going about their day to day lives disregarding all sense of fashion, drinking cheap Australian beer, can often be found driving around in their falcon or commodore, listen to bands such as acdc, cold chisel and midnight oil, and are generally pretty tough and ruff people, as indicated by their watching of tuff(its how a bogan spells tough) sports such as v8 racing and aussie rules. As introduced by previous diary entries i'm against discrimination and see bogans just as one of Australias predominant subcultures. Hats off to them though, they are patriotic people, keeping traditions alive and generally hard workers, its unfortunate that the few violent, racist and  have lead for a bad name for the rest of them. Back to me, so here i was looking in my wardrobe to pick the attire that would best suit the ocassion. I picked out a short pair of black board shorts (i don't own any stubbies), a borrowed bintang singlet* that i have no intention of giving back (thanks little cousin max), thongs and a carton of VB (victoria bitter, an iconic australian beer, that against popular belief doesn't actually taste that bad when cold, ive actually enjoyed a good many stubbies over the period of my life so far). Now because i was attending a poker game at a friends house that was less than 2km away, i thought id showcase my outfit. It was going so well 1.5km down and people had crossed the street to avoid walking past me, id received atleast 3 dirty looks from members of the local population. Then bam there he was overtaking me from the left (I was on the footpath so it wasn't an illegal road maneuver),the guy who was going to outdo all my hard work,and he didnt even need beer.he had put so much more effort into his costume(i say costume but it was more than likely his day to day wear). He was sporting a mullet(a traditional bogan haircut) and tomato sauce stains down his singlet (Like all true Aussies, bogans enjoy meat pies, but they also wear stains on their clothes like war medals, to indicate to passerbys that "Yes i did eat a meat pie earlier on in the day, heres my stain to prove it"). I was second place, and everyone knows, your either first or your last.

*A bin tang singlet is a popular purchase from bali. Change is usually provided from a $1 for the savy shopper. Imo this made it all the more authentic as i have never been to bali and did not own the singlet i was wearing.

Hardcore.
Hardcore people listen to hard rock, or sometimes even metal. They too are generally tough people. I gave it my best attempt, my head was already shaved** i sourced some skinny leg jeans and a leather jacket from my wardrobe and proceeded to show the world how well i had done by taking a train into the city. I was quite proud at how well id done, so i thought id compete against everyone catching public transport that night. I hadnt even made it two stops when some guy walks in wearing boots (i knew i had missed something), a rage against the machine t-shirt(I love these guys but they are definitely hardcore rockers), a stud in one ear(a stud in one ear is hardcore, a stud in two is camp), and tattoos all over his neck and arms not to mention he was styling some dreadies that looked like they hadent been washed... ever (They didnt smell they just looked extremely greasy, so it posed no hygiene issue in case you were wondering(and no i dont go up to random people and smell their hair, he sat next to me, i didnt dare talk though incase i was discovered for the fraud i was)). If i hadn't already made previous plans in the city i would have gotten off the train right then and there, he had clearly beaten me.

**Haircuts like a shaved haircut and dreadies are traditional hardcore haircuts, with the progression of style, this has evolved to hair straightening and dyeing, but im a traditionalist so shaved head worked fine for me.

Unfortunately ive run out of room for this diary entry so will continue my dress up attempts in another entry.

dazzatwentytwo signing off