Maybe it's because of Kylie but I am having a bit of an Australia phase of late - also prompted by suddenly getting the opportunity to emigrate there last week (which I ended up not doing - something else happened instead, although it does sound like a great place to live in many ways). I often get nice emails from Australians who have an excellent sense of humour. I had been looking forward to becoming a professional "whingeing pom" too. Oh well - I think a holiday is at least in the offing, and I shall possibly have to retire there. And I've been revisiting some of my favourite Australian pop culture in no particular order:
Prisoner Cell Block H - first broadcast in the UK in the late 1980s at around 11pm - it quickly turned into an addiction. I never understood why people laughed at it for bad acting or wobbly sets. It had a raw kind of drama and kitchness that was missing from a lot of British stuff at the time.
Priscilla Queen of the Desert - a very unique film (despite the fact that Hollywood tried to rip it off with an inferior remake called Goodbye Wong Foo). The Aborigine version of I Will Survive is fabulous.
Muriel's Wedding - one of those wonderful tales of the frumpy dowdy girl at school (ergo any gay man) who ends up leading a more exciting life than all the people who picked on her, and all to the tune of Abba.
Kath and Kim - from the bizarre sex-flute, James-Bond-like opening sequence (which features Kath bending over in a pair of cullottes and looking through her own legs) this sitcom pokes fun at bad taste in suburbia and introduced a whole new way of speaking into the Odana household. No way Joe-say!