My only recent bogan encounter: a woman was on the run from an abusive bloke (her bloke, he'd been making threats), and she'd made it to Southbank. Where I was waiting for my train. And she'd phoned the police, and some had showed up. They waited. The abusive bloke showed up, no shirt or shoes, and he was basically too drunk to stand. Couple of police went to mind him - basically protecting him from walking over onto the tracks, really. The police told her there wasn't really much to do - "we're not relationship counsellors" was the repeated phrase - but that they could "give her a head start". So (I may actually have laughed at this point), they covered the drunk bloke's eyes while she jogged off towards the Gabba.
My usual experience with bogans is that they play amazingly dreadful rap at stupendous volume on the train and give I'm-fucken-crazy-don't-push-me stares at everyone in the carriage. That's one of the things I'll really miss.