You know you're an Australian when…
2009 January 27
[One TV viewer's interpretation]
- Calling thongs “flip-flops” deeply wounds your sense of self
- You are so caught up in Australia Day festivities you even agree with the politicians that there’s no point in reconsidering the date to include all Australians
- You cheer on any tennis players at the Australian Open even remotely connected to Our Great Nation, even going so far as to “adopt” players as “honourary Aussies”, so that these “heroes” may win and achieve sporting glory in order to fill that void of embarrassment and cultural cringing within yourself otherwise known as ‘patriotism’
- Your local burst water main becomes something akin to a white Christmas — only instead of playing in the five storey geyser of perfectly good drinking water, you take your wheelie bin to collect it for the garden
Happy January 26th, everyone. I hope your day was filled with American TV shows and sun-dried tomato ravioli, as mine was :)
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What a wonderful treat from the folks at Melbourne Water. AND it took them 21 hours to fix too, apparently.
1. “Deeply wounds my sense of self” not so much. Its just really weird and makes me double take.
2. *Gnashes teeth*. I hate that we have Australia Day on the day the Brits invaded.
3. Ugh, tennis. Is it over yet?
4. I missed it! I missed the whole damn thing!
Oh well, 新年快乐.
I was in Canberra for Australia day. It was scary, they’re all way more patriotic than us melbournians, so they (the 12 year olds) got drunk and did battle with one and other while draped in flags.
Sounds like you should join this group, Oskar: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=51340876996
Sounds like you had fun. We had prawns which didn’t taste that great, then my brother and my boyfriend both had a steak each, while my parents and i ate salad. Expect a birthday invitation in the mail at some point this week.
Prawns: yuck (brings back Guangzhou pagoda memories).
Birthday Invite: Yay!
I was unaware of that Australia has its own name for flip flops. And I was very bewildered by it, too. Thongs, to me, always were a kind of underwear.
So, the first day at NHS when Mr. Manusopoulos went through the uniform requirements, I pondered for a while on how they would check that no one wore thongs to school. And I thought it to be a bit silly to send people home based on what kind of underwear they had on.
Oh, that’s funny, Vikk! But at my mum’s old school the teachers had to go around with make up remover and a tape measure to make sure the girls hadn’t hitched up their uniform skirts too high. And at the school before that the boys were sent home/reprimanded if their hair was too long or had gel in it. So, possible underwear checks aside, I think we had it pretty good at NHS.