(Continued...
note: if you haven't read Part 1 click here or this will make even less sense than it actually does)
Next
thing we know it's Australia Day and we're hungover.
Each year we
celebrate all that is Australia Day by being hungover, blowing up the mini outdoor pool, filling
it with water as we cook the bbq, restock the Esky (chilly bin, cooler, box to keep the beer cold),
shoo some flies, paint our faces with zinc, apply fake Australian
sticker tattoos and turn on the radio to listen to the inaugural Triple J Hottest 100.
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Thursday, 22 January 2015
Wednesday, 21 January 2015
Australia Day Long Weekend Part 1 - Fly-Shooing, Thigh-Slapping, Head-Shaking, Sweat It Out
As the post-Christmas/New-Year-Holiday-depression roots itself into my work scenario and, as I'm cussing myself (quite loudly and, if I do say, unnecessarily crudely too) at having wasted my holiday not coming up with a brilliant idea on how not to have to go back to work again, the Australia Day holiday approaches. Here to save the day of every hard-working Aussie with the simple dream of never having to work a day in their life again. At least for a day. You bloody beauty.
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