A nation of bogans

On Monday night just gone, a mate from work and I headed to the Slug at Fulham to celebrate Australia Day. The place was heaving as though it were a Friday night. It was full of Australians plus at least one token Kiwi.

When you head to a bar from work and everyone in the place is clearly very drunk having been there all day, it’s a site to behold. So in our work kit feeling very out of place we headed straight to the bar and ordered two snakies. Down they went, another two were ordered and down they went. By now a girl had attatched herself to me while my mate and I were chatting to a group of people who had plainly been there a while.

Origin highlights were on the tellies as well as the AFL. Before long we were on jugs of the red ale and it was 1am. Time to go home.

It was a random Aussie Day, not the best one ever in London but still a good bit of fun.

It’s good to see that the national character is alive and well. We’re an unrefined bunch of bogans, but at least we’re unpretentious, friendly and fun. Take that England.