Sharon Strzelecki - Quirks, Personality Traits and Features

Quirks, Personality Traits and Features

Sharon has several things she says and features of the series which has repeated itself. A notable part is Kath's fridge. Sharon often enters the house through the slide door, and heads straight to Kath's fridge and begins to eat whatever she can get her hands on (usually Frankfort). Frequently, she eats the last of Kim's dippity bix or fat-free freuche. This causes Kim to exclaim "Sharon! That was my last ___!", to which Sharon responds "Well, I didn't know, Kim!" Kim finishes the gag with the line "Well you never bloody know, Sharon!"

Sharon is often seen with an injury of some sort, and regularly appears wearing a cast or splint, including neck braces, eyepatches, arm casts, and finger splints. On other occasions, she is shown with 'pash rash' (as Kim calls it), boils, or carbuncles. These injuries and afflictions are assumed to be incurred from her sports-playing. She's also broken her fibula five times.

As an avid cricket fan, she is a huge fan of Shane Warne. She is often seen reading his books and impersonating "the flipper". In season four, she married a Shane Warne look-alike and during the morning of her wedding is seen with two pictures of Shane Warne, one picture of a younger Warne, the other, a matured, older one (which was the lookalike, although both pictures are obviously of Warne). When Sharon kisses somebody, red marks appear around her mouth and she has a non-stop smile on her face.

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