'The                                        Flash Mob was a sub-culture of the  female                                        convicts, most noticeably in the  female                                        factories.  
Bethell referred to the Flash Mob in his writings about the LAUNCESTON FEMALE FACTORY in The Story of Port Dalrymple.
Bethell referred to the Flash Mob in his writings about the LAUNCESTON FEMALE FACTORY in The Story of Port Dalrymple.
There                                                  was, however, a hard  core of those                                                  who were irreclaimable.                                                    They were known as the  "Flash                                                  Mob" and, if rumour  spoke                                                  true, owing to the  negligence                                                  of turnkeys they often  slipped                                                  out of the factory at  night to                                                  roam the town.  However  badly                                                  these women behaved,  little could                                                  be done to punish them.                                                    Arthur had abolished the  spiked                                                  iron collar, common in  Sorell's                                                  day, and had substituted  a yellow                                                  garb and the shearing of  the hair.                                                   This punishment, though  unpopular,                                                  had little effect.
James                                                  Bonwick, in his Curious  Facts                                                  of Old Colonial Days,  gives                                                  us a Hogarthian  word-picture of                                                  these women, of the  horrors of                                                  the sea-voyage and of  their moral                                                  abandonment.  In the  factories,                                                  he says, the atmosphere  was polluted                                                  by the fumes of  tobacco-smoke                                                  and the walls echoed  with the                                                  shrieks of passion,  peals of foolish                                                  laughter and oaths of  common converse.  
OK all you Mad Old Bags out there (that's MOBs right?) - no need to act as if we're still prisoners, maybe it's time to get out there and galvanise the gals into a bit of whatever takes your fancy ... mass yellow garb wearing?  foolish laughing? Perhaps reclaiming the spiked collar and shearing of the hair might be taking things a  leetle bit too far ...better steer clear of the oaths too, we don't want to get arrested. 
Just remember the Shrew says 'if you can't keep it nice, keep it legal .' (These ARE Harmless Hobbies, after all.)
The wonderful illustration (above) gives you a bit of an idea. It's from the MyWord Tasmania site. Why not go there and purchase your own print and get your official yellow convict garb too!
Just remember the Shrew says 'if you can't keep it nice, keep it legal .' (These ARE Harmless Hobbies, after all.)
The wonderful illustration (above) gives you a bit of an idea. It's from the MyWord Tasmania site. Why not go there and purchase your own print and get your official yellow convict garb too!

 
 
 					 				


 
