An expat Brit in South Australia
FACES IN THE CROWD All through the night in downtown Auckland we had been serenaded by a constant chorus of Living on a prayer from the English pub next door. “It’s because of the rugby,” I said. The following day the GF asked, “What’s that red and white flag hanging out of that apartment window?”
It became clear very quickly, and of course I knew already, that London is not Adelaide, or even Sydney or Melbourne. It wasn’t the swarming crowds, or the multiculturalism or pound shops or even the weather (about the same at the moment). Neither was it the grown, some would say overgrown, men sporting Premier League
Dr D in Oz 