For those of you in the Other Hemisphere, lay aside your summer-envy. Here is my view last week. Hot, no?
Yesterday was Australia Day, or more properly, Invasion Day.
Twenty years ago, we stood on our balcony at the Werrington in MacLeay Street and watched the Tall Ships sail into the harbour.
It was our bicentennial. The slogan was Celebration of a Nation, Give Us A Hand, which naturally we changed to Masturbation of a Nation, Give Us a Hand (really, it writes itself).
Walking through Kings Cross yesterday evening, I wondered to myself - where do people get Australian flag thongs, Australian flat singlets, Australian flag beauty queen fringed sashes, Australian flag Australian flags (both the hand-held-on-a-stick, and the larger, shoulder-draped variety). Even if I yearned to own these objects, where on earth does one buy them? And why is it that so many of them are sported by Bristish backpackers?
Given my ambivalence towards our National Day, some might find it ironic that I have a photograph published in this week's Time Out Sydney. (No, not the cover.)
The Australian of the Year is announced on January 26th, and this year it is country music singer Lee Kernaghan, who has a name that's fun to say.
21 comments:
Wow is that smog?
My dear malach, why do you think the worst? It is a freezing summer rain storm. Bracing!
I'll trade you the heat for our 28F cold icy weather here.
Done.
I was going to go blue in the face too, like I didlast year. In the end I just opted for drinking beer.
Beer good. Beer foamy.
I think it's time to celebrate Masturbation of A Nation . . .
I will seriously trade you weather for a week or two. I couldn't possibly be sicker of winter than I am right now, and there's still at least 3 more months of it to go.
I would rather have winter than Cissy's heat. My fair skin would not like it. I wonder if I were blue how would I like it.
A.Man: There's nothing a vigorous session of whipping up a batch by hand can't solve.
mike: Do come. Just around the corner from me lives Australia's most famous chihuahua owner.
cuntie: My fair skin likes it not at all. Blue people have to be careful going out in the moonlight, I think.
You know, that reminds me. I asked my wife to get me that book for Christmas and she never did. I had forgotten about it until now. I guess I am going to have to order it myself.
flag thongs??
Couldn't we just split the difference temperature-wise? A wee bit of your heat for a wee bit of our cold, and everybody's happy!
A freezing rain storm? Wow. I thought it was really hot and that was humidity in the air.
Elves make the Australian goodies.
mike: Make it so.
colonel: Advance Australia Fair.
pheebs: How perfect would that be? You are already a blog goddess, couldn't you do something about the weather?
chickie: We plunged back into Winter for three lovely days. Alas, it's back to hot, hot, hot. I suffer.
But it's nice to know Elvis has a steady job.
After C.Rag's last video post, that magazine cover now scares me.
Cissy is trying to bring Smurf porn back.
Colonel: I'm scared too. Hold me.
cuntie: Cissy is trying to bring on amnesia ...
Papa Smurf can do that to you.
Smurf prOn is scary; flag thongs always an excellent choice in beachwear (so long as the wearer is not someone you're with).
cuntie: I really hope he doesn't. The beard alone could give us nightmares.
BuzzBi: Welcome to you. If one's friend insist on embarrassing clothing or footwear, do the mature thing and pretend not to know them.
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