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Question of the day #2: Gang Wars

I mused on Mr McClagan’s fine blog the other day on a gang that struck terror in the heart of Burnie many years ago now that went by the tremendously awesome name of (wait for it), the “Big Boys”. You just wet your pants, didn’t you?

In a similar way, around my way these days, there seems to be a comparable posse going by the moniker of the “Risdon Vale Boyz”, which is often shortened to “RVB”. Obviously more gangsta than the “Big Boys” (the telling substitution of the ‘s’ with a ‘z’ is a sure sign of genuine African Americanism), the Risdon Vale Boyz are clearly hardcore, hence the “RVB 4 Life” tagged all over not just Risdon Vale, but Geilston Bay and Lindisfarne too!

Lest you think that I live in the Hobartian equivalent of Compton or Watts, let’s just say that the RVBs are more Play School than Old Skool. That said, the gangs have got me thinking, thus today’s question:

If you were starting up a gang of your own, what would you call yourselves?


Again, be as brief as you like, and my answer is over the fold (in the comments).

Comments

Kris McCracken said…
I quite like The Esteemed Colleagues. We’d go all Cyrillic on people’s arses though and tag everything И Х to mess with their heads and establish both our intellectual superiority and our nihilistic smugness.

Yeah, we’d be a pretty small gang, I accept that.
smudgeon said…
At my primary school there was a gang called "Johnny & the Cowboys".

As far as I can tell, their gang-related activities were limited to wearing akubras & blunnies.

Unfortunately I lack the required creativity or commitment to come up with my own gang name, so my contribution will be as above.
Sue said…
Having never aspired to be in a 'gang'...I did once hang with a lot of people who socialised quite A LOT (none of your binge drinking...we did it far more regularly!!)and we did refer to ourselves as 'the Willi crew'...which was really only a geographical reference and description of perhaps the fact that there was more than two of us at any given time??! I also like to think that the term 'crew', rather than 'gang' was subconsciously related to the maritime location of Williamstown.
Unfortunately, these days my sons call me and my friends (most of whom were once in the 'crew')...the "oldies"! We sit in coffee shops and reminisce about the 'good old days' and tease the young whippersnappers who pass by!hahahahahahahaha
USelaine said…
The Main Street Smells. Always spelled correctly and in full. Composed of us old farts, farting around.
magiceye said…
how about kris krackers! :)

your blog has us cracking up every visit.. thank you so much for your excellent humor!
Anonymous said…
and what about our local "Bra Boys" from Maroubra? You really can't top that.
Miles McClagan said…
My Mum (I don't know if I told you this) when she grew up in Glasgow, her local gang was called (before the emergence in popular culture of the rum, family in Married with Children or the 400 lb heel wrestler) "The Bundys".

Rather wonderfully, their girlfriends also had a gang, called "The Bundy Bints" - that is just gold...
Anonymous said…
The Bundy Bints, that made me laugh. They'd still not be out of place in today's Glasgow.

When I lived in London we had a pub quiz team called the Catford Dogs (London readers will get it). Now I'm at uni as a mature student, surrounded by teenagers and feeling my age, I'm thinking I should start a gang called the Galloping Grannies, with a mission to make the youngsters put on a cardi, it's far too cold out there to be dressed like that, and while they're at it they should get some sensible shoes and a decent haircut.
JuJu Mountain said…
The Fucken A's

peter jackson extra milds and desert boots required. latest copies of the truth newspaper and penthouse forum in the toilet of the gang headquarters.
Anonymous said…
^ that was Hallam by the way
Saretta said…
The Bad-assed Moms from Hell! LOL!!!
tassiehammer said…
Has anyone seen the movie Green Street Hooligans? Its about soccer hooligans from West Ham United. In real life they were the I.C.F. Inter City Firm. They would catch the inter city train to away games so as to miss the police who were waiting for the football special trains. They would bash some poor fan from the other team and leave a calling card saying " Congratulations you've just met the I.C.F."
Anonymous said…
I have a friend in the RVB and i told him and he saw what u said Kris and im tellin u he and the others are mighty pissed. :S

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