When I hitch-hiked through Europe and the UK 35 years ago it was widely perceived that Australians were drunken, bellicose, slobbering ruffians, and the fact is that a great many of the young Australians who travelled to Europe and the UK in those days were. Most were not like that at home in Australia, but for some reason they felt it their duty to live up to this overseas image. The extent of this odour can be seen in the fact that coaches carrying young Australians were not permitted to stay within a certain distance of Munich during the annual beer festival.
Today, as I write in my column in The Herald, drunken, bellicose, slobbering ruffians are becoming a prominent part of Australian culture at home. They're to be seen staggering in groups clutching stubbies of beer on such Australian binge days as Australia Day, Anzac Day and Melbourne Cup day. Not to mention grand final day, Christmas Eve, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day.
There seems to be for them in gripping their stubbies a value other than having a swig of beer at hand. The extra value, I suspect, is that they're gripping what they think is their manhood. Holding their manhood aloft they're the heroic progeny of Aussie diggers who gave their lives in war so their progeny could swig stubbies night and day.
A visitor to Australia may be greeted by other sights often enough to suggest they're at the base of our culture. Spend half an hour in certain suburbs of the Hunter, and, indeed, in Newcastle's CBD, and you are likely to emerge with the unfortunate image of feral women screeching at neglected children, of couples with children at heel swooning under the effect of drugs.
What other ugly facts of Australian life are becoming so entrenched as to be part of our culture?