On the homeward-bound bus at last, I opened up my weekly Australian Times e-newsletter (I've had a whole new love of commuting since the advent of my Desire) to be greeted with the question Are You Losing Your Australian-ness?. After the rubbishing I got while visiting loved ones in Melbourne over Christmas (about my Ocker-Oh's referring to my tendancy to intersperse flat 'Australian-speak' with a few English-sounding Oh's and Ah's), I thought I should read on.
Lee Crossley actually identifies twelve signs of disappearing Australian-ness but I am pleased to report that I have only identify five signs after seven years of living here:
THE phrases 'Mind the Gap' and 'alight here' no longer seem a tad odd. In fact, I find them quite sweet and quaint. I mean who 'alights' anything any more?
YOU no longer grumble on a crowded tube. Simply hours of fun to be had 'minding the gap' and 'alighting'. Plus no-one likes a whinger.
YOU expect miserable weather. And am conversely delighted to a slightly hysterical degree at any 2 plus run of warm-weather-days. I must point out here that we are classifying mid-20(c)s as blissfully warm. I just do not have the wardrobe/patience to deal with anything hotter any more, unless lying prone next to the pool/beach in holiday repose.
YOU start to wonder where all the English people have gone in London. Yep. Pretty much. I think they all live 'elsewhere'. Like Oxford. Or Spain.
YOU accentuate the ‘ie’ in unbelievable. Actually pronounced un-be-leeeeeeev-able and can be applied to any moment of wonder/dismay/disbelief.
Yes, 5 out of 12. That's 41.66%, an average of about 5.9% a year. By my reckoning, that means this insidious creep will have completely subsumed my Ocker-ness in just under a decade.
Bugger!* Best bring out the big guns...
*Please don't take offence. Click on the link if you really think I am being rude. I am not. Truly. I'm just a laconic, dinky-di colonial.
ps...if you want to keep a watchful eye over my continued