It was my birthday this month. The big 3-2. I'm not much of a birthday celebrator, but I did polish off a couple of glasses of strawberry-infused champagne at home to mark the occasion. Dave swears it cost more than 10 dollars:
Yesterday was "Australia Day", the official national day of Australia. 26 January marks the date when the First Fleet arrived in Sydney in 1788. It's more aptly referred to as Invasion Day or Survival Day by Aboriginal Australians and anyone else with a sensible bone in their body.
What particularly irked me about this year's public holiday was the number of Australian flags attached to cars being driven around town. They were everywhere in Brisbane! A friend of mine thought she had seen a royal motorcade on the streets, and had to blink before she realised that it was just some guy with the Aussie flag flapping alongside his car window.
There are plenty of things I like about Australia and Australians. Perhaps one of the things I like best was that, up until recently, Australians used to be very unenthusiastic about being Australian. Like Easter, no-one seemed particularly attached to the original meaning of the event; just so long as it resulted in a public holiday then no-one was going to complain.
But now I smell a rat. A rather large, racist rat creeping into our hitherto meaningless January public holiday. Ever since the 2005 Cronulla riots
there has been a nascent nationalism in Australia that is downright ugly. It is reflected in the resurgent numbers of people attending ANZAC day events, the popularity of "Australiana" beach wear and yesterday's flag happy car-driving populace. Well, dear readers, I don't loike it.
I think those of us who are fiercely un-Australian about Australia Day need to do more to reclaim the true meaning of what that day stands for. End of rant.
Other January notables....
Carmen and Paul's baby girl arrived! Little Maya Cushworth-Seaby was born on 25 January, 3.295kg, 49cm. You see? Bless you, little Maya, for being so wonderfully un-Australian.
Felix had his 4 month jabs and his first taste of baby panadol today. He hated the former and loved the latter (cherry-flavoured).