On Wednesday it was Australia Day, and as you ride along in the bus you can see discarded flags and bunting littering under bushes and along gutters alike. People come into work sporting the remains of temporary tattoos in the shape of little flags on their faces and arms... and probably other body parts that we mercifully can’t see. In fact everywhere you look there are vestiges of celebrations. It would seem that the sense of pride in being Australian doesn’t quite extend to cleaning up afterwards. That or when you spend the day at the beach with your BBQ's, children and friends, you just don't spare a thought for the locals who will be cleaning up long after you have gone L
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