A local concrete cowboy’s decade-long campaign to come across as a bushie has finally paid off today- As he shares an open mouth kiss with a young girl who grew up roughly 20 minutes drive away from where he grew up.
For 29-year-old Mort Tishane, the joy of landing himself a good city girl comes after a lot of hard work.
More specifically, it comes after a year of jackarooing up North in 2008 and about 6 years building weatherboard and iron houses with feral townies in Western Queensland.
At 19, the smooth handed little pakehá was throwing shit into a skip bin for a living and half thinking about joining the Hillsong Church.
That was until he saw a Shane Webcke out on the tiles one night in the Valley.
”To see a bloke pull off the checkered button up like that. It really changed something in me” he said.
”I went home that night and threw out my Asics sand shoes and cargo shorts. From that point on I was strictly RMs and moleskins”
And like a white teenager in a FUBU jumper, Mr Tishane’s identity crisis began there and then. He now identifies as trans-politan.
“The country girls could see right through my attempts at hiding my Queens English” he says.
”But after a few months I was finishing almost every sentence with aye”
While he would argue that his good looks have a big part to do with it, close friends believe that this thinly-veiled bushman personal is what eventually led Tishane to what now looks like a relationship.
”I think it’s more about the fact that I don’t wear fedoras anymore” he says.
”But yeah I spose learning how to drive a manual transmission helps as well”
