With the billious nationalistic excess known as Australia Day looming large in the next 24 hours, fuelled as it is by bogan bushranger pride and goon bags at 20 paces, I find myself a tad melancholic that our country’s identity is languishing in an uber-lazy-arsed default position when it comes to the most revered of all Australian pastimes … the almighty hangover.
Let’s cut to the chase. An international study has revealed that, along with Britain, Australians have voted the ‘fry up’ as the ultimate culinary panacea for our self-indulgent ills.
Really? I’m sorry, but, really, is that the best we can do?
What does this say about our creative currency on the world stage when Namibia, Mongolia and even New Zealand have hangover cures of singular, exotic and more extravagant distinction?
Australia, behold, here are some inspired cures from both past and present cultures that should see our heads hang(over) in shame.
Come On Aussie Come On and get your sore and sorry act together while you’re at it.
Nothing so bland as a Caesar Salad for Ancient Rome. It’s Birdy yum yum.
Not to be outdoner kebabed, the Ancient Greeks’ equivalent to Surf & Turf … the Hoot and Holler.
On a wing and a prairie oyster.
For a well-Irned hangover, or if you’ve just got Bru-ers’ droop.
Perhaps best served up with a Visine slammer.
Good grief. Now there’s Birdy bum bum!
Otherwise known as phallo-illogical.
It was all going so well until they mentioned scraps!
If the hangover doesn’t kill you, the coronary will.
Poached …. with some ffffava beans and a nice Chianti?
Even our bros across the Tasman have something truly their own to nurse the next day.
So what have I got to offer by way of alternative?
The great Australian hangover cure, as far as I’m concerned, involves the lick of a cane toad’s skin followed by a Passiona chaser. For those unfamiliar with either, the first is psychotropical and the latter is, well, just kinda tropical!
But hey, I’m no expert. What’s the great Australian hangover cure lurking in YOUR medicine cabinet?
