Australia Day. Ah. A day for us to be proud to be Australian. A day for the masses to converge in public places, proudly sporting their Southern Cross tattoos, their Australian board shorts and bikinis whilst drinking VB and chanting 'Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi!'. Yes, a day to feel proud to be Australian.
Enough of my cynicism. I enjoyed a lovely morning celebrating Australia Day with R. and the kids. We caught the 7 am ferry into the city to head to the Botanical Gardens to watch the Aboriginal celebrations. It was brilliant. And a timely reminder that it wasn't us white, boganistic people who 'founded' Australia, but the indigenous people who lived here for thousands of years before us. Time for me to crack open a VB.
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