I haven't been back to Australia in nearly three years and haven't lived there in nearly 10. Old beer ads help with homesickness.
Sometimes I'll watch this one and be like hell yeah, quiche sucks!
Then other times I'll get stuck thinking about how much of the Australian national identity is still white guys insisting that they are the underdogs.
But most of the time I just allow myself to daydream about how sick it would be if the beer parade had had one extra banner that said “BACK IN TOWN FOR CHRISSIE.”
And under that banner is me, waving proudly - elastic-sided boots, big fuck off smile - as I continue down the main drag, up the hill and through the wide open doors of the big, egalitarian pub.