Ah, Australia Day, the day the British rowed ashore and claimed Australia for King George III. Since 1988, it has been claimed by the politicians as a way to glad-hand the common folk and kiss babies. Don’t believe me? Our latest Prime Minister turned the announcement of the “Australian Of The Year” into a rock concert.
And I could bang on about many of the bozos picked for “Australian Of The Year”, but let me just pick one:
Pat Rafter, tennis player. Chiefly known for living in Bermuda to avoid paying Australian income tax.
For me, Australia Day is about having a quiet beer and burning a few snags on the barbie.