Flying The Flag, Just Not The Right One

THIS is all I'm doing at the moment: watching the Olympics, eating cruddy food, and getting riled up with full-on patriotic Aussie-love. Any time I see an Aussie athlete competing in something, I feel pride burning in my heart - well, part pride, part acid-reflux from the chicken nuggets fried in rendered suet. Any time I hear the Aussie anthem playing, I get goosebumps all over me - part goosebumps, part inflamed acne from the melted tub of choc fudge ice-cream I sucked through a crazy straw. ...