Regional name and terms advice needed

I'd use this as an opportunity for wit. Instead of just mentioning that object en passant, have two characters quibble about what it's called. In the process, you can use all these terms from this thread.

Somewhere in all that dialogue, you'll bury enough terms that readers from any continent can dig up the meaning.
 
Are you sure that's not a cask or a hogshead? The scale is a bit ambiguous. ;)
Well, a hogshead is, ostensibly, a large cask, so you're suggesting it might be a cask or a large cask. Then I have to ask how large does a cask have to be to become a hogshead. The answer is simple: it depends on what's in it. If it's wine, it's 63 gallons, but if it's beer, it's 64 gallons. But a barrel holds 42 U.S. Gallons (that's 35 Imperial Gallons across the Mid-Atlantic Ridge). I don't know how many fish that would be, but I hear they're eaier to shoot when they're in a barrel then when they're in the Mid-Atlantic. I haven't seen any barrels full of hog's heads, but some of my colleagues tell me they have. I remember my first barrels. There were three of them in the Norwegian Deli across the street; one with pickles, one with dried fish, and one with lingonberries. I'm not sure how big they were, but a Norwegian barrel is a tønne. That sounds metric, however, so I'm not sure how many lbs that might be.
 
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Well, a hogshead is, ostensibly, a large cask, so you're suggesting it might be a cask or a large cask. Then I have to ask how large does a cask have to be to become a hogshead. The answer is simple: it depends on what's in it. If it's wine, it's 63 gallons, but if it's beer, it's 64 gallons. But a barrel holds 42 U.S. Gallons (that's 35 Imperial Gallons across the Mid-Atlantic Ridge). I don't know how many fish that would be, but I hear they're easy to shoot when they're in one. I haven't seen any barrels full of hog's heads, but some of my colleagues tell me they have. I remember my first barrels. There were three of them in the Norwegian Deli across the street; one with pickles, one with dried fish, and one with lingonberries. I'm not sure how big they were, but a Norwegian barrel is a tønne. That sounds metric, however, so I'm not sure how many lbs that might be.
This is where @Voboy's debate suggestion needs to happen - what do you call the thing with the body parts in it? Not bad for the Crime and Punishment event.
 
Right? I mean it's no wonder that huge country has a small population, doing shit like that.

The serious response is of course that we have all that hot red dirt / desert in the middle and most of the population perched on the coast (that's a 'true colour' satellite image from today of what Australia looks like towards the end of a baking hot summer). The snakes, sharks, crocodiles probably won't get you, but the heat and thirst will.

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That might be the most "Australian" thing I've ever seen.
I can't post a link, but the most Aussie thing I've ever seen:

Google "Australian underwater car - Adelaide". There's a clip from a bunch of lads who fill a car with water and drive it to the local bottle shop.

Someone also drove a Landrover or a Toyota LandCruiser across the bottom of Darwin Harbour a couple of years ago.
 
I can't post a link, but the most Aussie thing I've ever seen:

Google "Australian underwater car - Adelaide". There's a clip from a bunch of lads who fill a car with water and drive it to the local bottle shop.

Someone also drove a Landrover or a Toyota LandCruiser across the bottom of Darwin Harbour a couple of years ago.
Yep, a 7 km underwater drive in Darwin. Absolute legends.
 
That's how I think of it. Tote bag. Something you "tote" stuff in. You don't "tote" 50 pounds of junk in a big plastic tub. You put it on the shelf and keep it there until your heirs find it.
50 pounds of junk sounds like a Fetish story.
 
This is where @Voboy's debate suggestion needs to happen - what do you call the thing with the body parts in it? Not bad for the Crime and Punishment event.
It's a true story, the bodies in the barrel killings back in the '90s. A very desperate bunch of no hopers killed I don't know how many people for their social security payments. Several bodies were buried in a garden in suburban Adelaide, several more put into quicklime in a barrel that was then left in an abandoned bank in a small regional town.

If someone wrote it, no-one would believe it.
 
It's a true story, the bodies in the barrel killings back in the '90s. A very desperate bunch of no hopers killed I don't know how many people for their social security payments. Several bodies were buried in a garden in suburban Adelaide, several more put into quicklime in a barrel that was then left in an abandoned bank in a small regional town.

If someone wrote it, no-one would believe it.
Couple of years ago when Lake Meade was so low, they found more than one 55 gallon barrel with a body in it.
 
I'm working on a tale which involves one of those large plastic tubs with fitted lids, the ones cluttering up our garages and basements until needed for moving or something. In my area, if I said, "She was carrying a large Rubbermaid tote," people would understand. I suspect that would be so in the US as well. What about other areas? What would you call this in Europe or down under? Thanks.

Edited for accuracy - plastic vs rubber. Thanks, KQ
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In the UK, they’re often called “storage boxes” or “plastic crates.” In Australia, you might hear “storage tubs” or just “plastic boxes.” “Rubbermaid” is pretty US-specific, so sticking to “plastic tote” or “storage container” might work better internationally. Hope that helps!
 
I'll be very disappointed if the top-selling souvenir isn't a T-shirt that says "I got laid in Adelaide".

The great Australian songwriter Paul Kelly has a song about Adelade... lyrics are all brilliant, but the line I always remember is "Everybody’s inside sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year"

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The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
We lived on the bend; it was there I was raised and fed
Counting and running as I go
Down past the hedges all in a row
In Adelaide, Adelaide

Dad’s hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
I was thirteen, I never dreamed he could fall
And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
I rang the bells, I never felt nothing at all
All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
Cannot bring him back again

Find me a bar or a girl or guitar, now where do you go on a Saturday night?
I own this town, I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
And the streets are so wide, everybody’s inside
Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
(This is my town!)
All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
Wouldn’t drag me back again
To Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide

 
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