Australians aren't the most patriotic of people. As a general rule, Australia Day usually means sitting around in the hot , hot sun, drinking beer and listening to triple J's hottest 100 countdown on the radio. Today for me was no exception. And, now that it's all done, and I've had a suitable amount of beer, I have to ask one question of my country:
What was that all about exactly?
That Bernard Fanning tune that came in at number 1 is boring and simple and dull, and I'm ever so sure that it's not the best song ever released last year, by any conceivable metric.
I mean, really, it sounds like a weak covers band tune:
Anyway, you get the point. I would rather that any of the other top ten tunes was number one. I mean, really Australia - the powderfinger emperor has no clothes...
"Okay, now we're going to play an orginal song..."
"This one was written by our guitar player, Bernard..."
On another, more salient and important point, Australia Day 10 years ago, saw my wife and I preparing for our wedding. We affectionately refer to it as "Bondcrete Day". When we arrived at My dad's house in Congo, he was busy applying a fixitive to the concrete floors in his new house. Ali and I spent the evening scrubbing the floor, and applying Bondcrete, armed with a skateboard, a paintbrusdh and a broom - resulting in some severe back pain the next morning. Needless to say, everything ended up going outstandingly well the next day, and we've stayed married ever since.
So, happy Bondcrete day to you all!