It’s Australia Day Tomorrow.
We have tomorrow off work, it is a bank holiday to celebrate Australia Day, basically a day to celebrate…well being Australian.
So, I am embracing it wholeheartedly: I am gonna tie my kangaroo down (an aside, why did he want his Kangaroo tied down?, only one reason I know!); have a “root in my ute”, dust off my hat with corks and call everyone Bruce or Sheila 
The Irish celebrate St Paddy’s day; the Scots have first footing; the Aussies have Australia Day, the French have Bastille day, the US have independence day and Thanksgiving….. why do the English not celebrate St. George’s Day!?! OK so we have Guy Fawkes Night but is that the same?
Anyway, Happy Australia Day, it’s 30 odd degrees and sunny, raise a beer for us downunder
listen to the Billy Bragg song “The Few” it explains just why not
here are the lyrics
At night the Baby Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew
fill their pockets up with calling cards
and paint their faces red, white and blue
Then they go out seeking different coloured faces
and anyone else that they can scare
And they salute the foes their fathers fought
by raising their right arms in the air
Oh look out my country’s patriots are hunting down below
What do they know of England who only England know
From the stands of the Empire Stadium
come the heralds to the New Dark Age
With the simplicities of bigotry
And to whom all the world’s a stage
These little John Bullshits know that the press
will glorify their feats
So that the general public fear them
[ Find more Lyrics at http://www.mp3lyrics.org/uZm ]
and the authorities say give ‘em all seats
And the wasted seed of the bulldog
breed is chanting here we go
What do they know of England who only England know
Our neighbours shake their heads
and take their valuables inside
While my countrymen piss in the fountains
to express our national pride
And to prove to the world that England
is just as rotten as she looks
They repeat the lies that caught their eyes
at school in history books
But the wars they think they’re
fighting were all over long ago
What do they know of England who only England know
And the society that spawned them
Just cries out Who’s to blame?
And then wraps itself in the Union Jack
And just carries on the same
Oh look out my country’s patriots are hunting down below
What do they know of England who only England know
Comment by Ben — 27th January @ 4:14 am
Re: calling everyone Bruce or Sheila - don’t you have to do that anyway?
Hope you’re alright. We’re both becoming casual bloggers. I hope you’ve got a more exciting excuse than me.
Comment by handolio — 7th February @ 6:28 pm