I used to love Australia Day. What an idiot.
Every year my friends and I, boom box on our shoulders, would go from house to house dressed in board shorts, singlets and pluggers variously emblazoned in the Australian Flag. We would sing, drink, barbecue, watch fireworks and drink some more. Any excuse to drink far too much with my friends really - and this excuse was delivered with a public holiday, a nationalistic fervour, and ads for lamb. I loved it - blissfully ignorant to why we did it all on January 26th, something to do with when the country started or something - who cares, can you turn the radio up?Read More