Whereas an English person might shuffle his feet when asked, "Don't you feel the same about your country?" and look over his shoulder for fear of accusations of jingoism, an Aussie ploughs on about how beautiful his homeland is and how its economy is growing in global clout.
Similarly noticeable is the noise from the town bars in Australia. They often open onto a sort of covered terrace to give relief from the heat. It's not rowdiness, simply loud conversation without modesty or discretion, without that self-effacing coyness of the English in conversation, at least, that is, until this last generation!
This is the brashness of a new land, a land which feels it's shaking off the restraints of the old Mother Country and striking out on its own. It may well be confusing those restraints with the iron shackles of the convict ships that brought their nation's founders ashore in the first place and that may be the fire in the belly of the republican movement in Australia.
It makes me think of the baby and the bath water.
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