Since we’ve been living in London, I’ve lost count of the number of times people have asked me what part of Australia I’m from. On most occasions I play the offended Kiwi, chastising them for daring to get our accents mixed up but honestly, it’s only because I love seeing the sheepish look on their faces. I’ll probably upset a lot of patriotic New Zealanders out there but that initial mix up doesn’t bother me that much. Obviously, I want to make it clear that I’m not actually an Australian, now or ever, and of course we are the better nation but their mistake is understandable.
There are a lot of us Kiwis and Aussies here so can you blame people for seeing us as one big bunch of jetsetting world wanderers with a can-do attitude and a thirst for booze?! Yes, wild generalisation but we can’t deny there’s some truth in the stereotype. I’m obviously proud to fly the Kiwi flag but I’ve never really got behind the rivalry… so what if their accents are annoyingly twangy and they are better at sports than we are? I’ve met some Australians I would never wish upon my worst enemy but I could probably say the same of some New Zealanders, so in the spirit of neighbourly love, let me introduce you to a likeable Aussie we met recently, his name is Alex.