If a personification of being
Australian on Australia Day is
accepting the ineffable flavour
of a Lady Finger banana will
not be improved by barbequing
it, I will be eternally grateful;
forget all other iconic arguments.
And recall, there is NO cold beer
tasting better than the one you
raise downwind and quaff with
partisan gusto at said barbeque;
this is justly so because it is both
right and undeniably true –
but it does not apply to flags.
The thing is two Australian flags
(made in China) attached to the
roof while driving your car doesn’t
make you patriotic; but attendance
at aforesaid barbeque with case of
cold beer says you definitely are.
© 25 January 2009, I. D. Carswell