Okay, so while I’ve taken somewhat of an absence from the blogosphere lately – attributed to being flat out bashing my fingers against the keypad working on other projects, and basking in the Aussie sun (more on that later) – it’s generally common knowledge that I’m living in Melbourne at the moment. Living in a country with such a globally misunderstood reputation has allowed me to notice a few, er, let’s say patterns in the things my friends and family back in England say to me about being here, so today, I’m setting the record straight. Don’t get me wrong, obviously I’m utterly elated that my pals are even communicating with me from 11,000 miles away and haven’t forgotten the essence of my existence since I left 7 months ago – but some of these perceptions of this country need clearing up once and for all!
So, what even is the time there? Is it like, the middle of the night? I just can’t get my head around it!
It’s 11 hours ahead, just like last time you asked. You know that smartphone that you’re glued to? It has a world clock. Try that.
Wow, you must be soo tanned!
Nope. Not really. I actually have a job and a house that are inside. I’m not just cruising around Byron Bay in baggy trousers and a crop top in a knot.
Have you got an accent yet?!
Are you going to come back and keep saying BONZA?
Nope. Nobody says that.
What’s a ‘cool change’?!
This weird thing when the hot weather stops for a day or two to allow you to breathe again. You’re outside and its 35 degrees, then suddenly a huge gust of cold wind comes and the temperature plummets 10 degrees in about 6 minutes.
Wow, you must be ‘throwing shrimp on the barbie’ for dinner every night, right?
Again, nope. Funnily enough there are calories here too. And ovens. And normal food that isn’t barbecued.
What do you mean it’s raining?
Yep. It rains here. Imagine that.
Hahahaha, you said #winter the other day on Instagram. Their winter is like our UK summer though, isn’t it?
NO. I’m in Melbourne, it’s 8 degrees and raining, and I’ve just bought a coat and scarf.
What does 40 degrees feel like?!
Imagine 30 degrees. But a third hotter. Bingo.
But there’s air con everywhere right?
Ask Metro trains what they think about that statement.
Work? I thought Aussies just chilled on the beach all day.
Yeah and rent is paid for by the state. Not.
*I’m going to Adelaide* Where’s that? Near Sydney?
Not quite. Imagine the entire length of the UK. Double that. That’s how far from Sydney that is.
What’s a suburb?! Like Hammersmith or Clapham?
No. Not really.
How often do you eat kangaroo?
About as often as you eat cat.
So are there spiders like EVERYWHERE?
There are no spiders here.
Do you feel like you’re in the Inbetweeners movie?
None of my friends work in nightclubs and I’m not frequenting Surfers Paradise with a backpack so again, no.
Have you been bitten by a spider?!
No, haven’t done that either.
Are there snakes in your back garden?
No, I do not live in the outback.
Are there kangaroos fighting as soon as you open your front door?
Do you feel like you’re on neighbours?
Occasionally. And no, I have not been to the Ramsay St set and I do not intend to.
Does McDonalds taste different?
Unlike Europe, it actually doesn’t!
I bet you don’t miss England at all!
ACTUALLY I SO TOTALLY DO! I MISS SAINSBURY’S, I MISS TESCO, I MISS THE BANK NOTES, I MISS THINGS BEING OPEN LATE, I MISS THE TUBE, I MISS MY OYSTER CARD, I MISS STARBUCKS NOT TASTING LIKE DIRT, YES I DO MISS ENGLAND!