Yes that's right folks, here in the future - January 26th to be precise - here in the mighty Land Downunder, we celebrate Australia Day, otherwise known as Invasion Day for the indigenous people who inhabited this land before us whiteys got here in 1788.
That's right, the proud and righteous Britons decided that the best way to deal with their overflowing prison system was to, rather than leave them to rot in prison ships moored on the Thames (the favored plan before this one), to sail some other ships for 250 days to the arse end of the world in the hope that old Captain James Cook (well, not old but dead by this stage, eaten by cannibals) was telling the truth about the place actually existing. Luckily for them, it did exist. Not so lucky for the Aboriginals however.
I, myself, have descendents from the First Fleet - one convict and one officer. That about makes me bloody royalty (but not really).
So we get a holiday today (actually tomorrow, since today is Sunday) and are encouraged to BBQ lamb and drink copious amounts of piss (not actually piss
, it's what we call alcohol
) and soak up some good Aussie sunshine. So, I'm going to scoff some lamb cutlets and lamingtons (look them up), drink some cold beer, listen to some kickass tunes and enjoy the day with my family. Rock on kids. Happy Australia Day.
Except for B Mac.