Perth has an Australia Day tradition that’s pretty wholesome. The slogan this year is “Reflect. Respect. Celebrate” it’s a family day, very multicultural. Tonight there’s fireworks and a drone show.
(I’m here, now. The kids are watching dreamtime stories)
It’s the only long weekend I stay home and don’t go camping due to ever increasing fuckwits.
If I do, I go inland away from the maddening crowds and down trails too difficult for common folk, but too boring for P-plated GQ Patrols. Avoid iconic regions. I used to live in SE QLD, and the only safe bet was around Granite Belt areas since everyone would pile to the islands, coasts, and surrounding forests. Helps to be far from a town with a bottle shop, since “the boys” in closer camps will go do top up runs.
It’s become a day/weekend for bogan flag waves to get drunk and annoy the shit out of everyone.
It’s the only long weekend I stay home and don’t go camping due to ever increasing fuckwits.
The entire idea of Australia Day means nothing to me anymore.
It’s literally a day off work for me where I can sleep in, nothing more.
It’s the holiday equivalent of those oversized American utes
Omg that is a fucking brilliant analogy.
Perth has an Australia Day tradition that’s pretty wholesome. The slogan this year is “Reflect. Respect. Celebrate” it’s a family day, very multicultural. Tonight there’s fireworks and a drone show.
(I’m here, now. The kids are watching dreamtime stories)
If I do, I go inland away from the maddening crowds and down trails too difficult for common folk, but too boring for P-plated GQ Patrols. Avoid iconic regions. I used to live in SE QLD, and the only safe bet was around Granite Belt areas since everyone would pile to the islands, coasts, and surrounding forests. Helps to be far from a town with a bottle shop, since “the boys” in closer camps will go do top up runs.