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Wednesday 28 January 2015

The Sunburn

'The sun in Australia is really hot you know....make sure you wear suncream'
'A pale person like you, make sure you wear suncream'
'Your skin in so pale....you can get burnt through linen clothes, make sure you wear suncream'
'You can even get burnt through cloud in Australia...'
'hole in the Ozone Layer' .... blah blah blah ....

Before I came here I heard it all, from everyone; as I smiled and nodded I was thinking 'You don't need to tell me, I've been burnt before, I ain't letting it happen again.' In Barcelona several years ago I got (what I used to consider) pretty serious sunburn and ever since have applied suncream bi-hourly with religious zeal; fervently covering every millimetre of exposed skin. I wear suncream on nice days in Spring in the UK; of course I was going to wear tons of the stuff down under.

I remained successful in my war against the sun for almost six months, dedicating myself to the rituals of sun-creaming; wearing it from head to toe (I even put suncream on the part of my scalp exposed in the parting of my hair - no really, I did) - reapplying almost before the previous coat had even been fully absorbed. Victory was currently mine, and I got cocky, one day I let the sun trick me; making me its next victim.

We had had days of cloud, rain, storms and generally chilly weather, or I should probably say chillier weather, for the benefit of those at home currently experiencing four degree days. In Melbourne within the space of a few hours it can go from being 30 degrees and sunny to 20 degrees and raining; for at least part of every day I regret my outfit choice. Anyway, on said day, the clouds dissipated, the sun came out and we rushed to the beach. I was only there a few hours, but I was confused by the weather, tired, hungover, and after a measly application of factor 20 I fell asleep....

It was only when I got home, after dinner out with some friends (where, ironically, we had spent much time scorning the troops of burnt people that traipsed past us in the street), that I began to realise the damage I had done.

Day One - The Burn: One does not appreciate the full force yet.
Day Two - The agonising pain begins. Ability to move starts to decrease.
Day Three - Skin is unbelievably taut; reminiscent of a botched Botox. Sleep impossible. Movement very limited.
Day Four - The Peel. Gross. After shedding a layer of skin not dissimilar to the way a snake does, except that my shell is only half a human (I only burnt the entire back half of my body), the newly exposed skin is also burnt.
Day Five - Bubbling and Blistering. This is worse than it sounds.
Day Six - The Second Peel. Simultaneously satisfied and repulsed I tear and pull and peel myself until flakes of skin litter the floor. I knew that it was too hopeful to think that after peeling I might be super tanned, but after this much pain I hoped that I wouldn't be immediately pale again. I did not, however, expect to be bright red and still burnt after losing two whole layers of skin!
Day Seven - A week has gone by and I have, what I previously would have called bad sun burn, but what I now refer to as an insatiable itch - oh I am sooo itchyyy! - coupled with a deep crimson hue.

It took about two weeks but it's finally over!
I would not recommend this to anyone, it was a truly horrendous experience, but hey at least now I am incredibly tanned .... it's just a shame that it is only on my back, my front is still as a pale as ever, and not only do I have a white bikini etched into my skin, I have also have a line that runs up the entire length of my body on both sides, dividing the white from the brown like some sort of dermatological apartheid...
In short I look like some sort of ridiculous patchwork doll, and I must admit defeat; sun I take my hat off to you (although not really, because I will never again venture outside down under without a full hazmat suit).

Tuesday 13 January 2015

The Soccer

Melbourne City vs. Sydney FC

I recently attended my first 'soccer' match in Australia, and let me tell you I was shocked; it could not be more different than going to the football at home.

Before you come down under everyone will tell you how friendly Australians are, and for the most part this is entirely true, perhaps it's the sun, the beaches, the constant throwing of shrimps on the barbie, all the flamin' gallars or being able to wear cork hats everywhere. I don't know, but whatever the reason, they are a people I have generally found to be polite, cheery and helpful.

However I never noticed this in contrast to home to such an extent as I did at the soccer - their behaviour was ridiculous!

A quick side note here; please don't be offended dear English readers - I know some of you were about to give in to that seemingly unstoppable urge that all English football fans have to tell you 'ITS CALLED FOOTBALL' if you dare to utter the word 'soccer' in their presence, especially as a British National - that sparks further indignation - however for the purposes of this post I will be referring to the football here as soccer, and the football at home as football, okay?! Don't worry I know its all football really ....

Anyway, back to the game in hand: we arrived, got a beer, and headed to the stalls (so far so similar) but then it all changed...

As we took our seats we were instructed to sing along to the club's song to welcome the players onto the pitch. I am not now entirely sure what I expected (well if I am being honest I was hoping for some sort of Australian archetype such as Waltzing Matilda...); however I know that I definitely did not see it coming when the speakers started blaring 'Happy Together' by The Turtles, made more surreal by the appearance of a karaoke set of sing-a-long lyrics on the big screens. No seriously, this actually happened. And whats more, everyone sang along! From the groups of big bellied middle aged men to the would-be football hooligan lads on holiday, everyone sang their little hearts out together .... what cheese!

After this interesting experience the game commenced, and I must admit that even I could tell this was not the same standard as the English Premier League, despite the heralded appearance of David Villa... However, it was sunny and I had a beer in a plastic cup so I was content.

Being not the biggest football fan, I tend to be a terrible crowd watcher at these sorts of events; I was once rebuked by a boyfriend's younger brother for suggesting the difficulty of playing Where's Wally at the Arsenal stadium. I thought I was being hilarious, but as a serious 13 year old football fan he was less than amused.

As a 'crowd watcher' I have noticed that at home there is a real sense of rivalry to the football. The particular chants that stick in my mind from games I attended as a child or watched on tv, are;
'The referees a wanker!'
and 'You're shit and you know you are!'
(which are always yelled towards the pitch with a real sense of anger).

Meanwhile, the main chant that frequently surfaced throughout the game here seemed to go something like this;
'We love you, we love you, we love you, and that's the way we like it, we like it, we like it'.
This wasn't even chanted remotely sarcastically. I couldn't believe it either...

A real sense of overbearing positivity characterised the atmosphere of the crowd, which I really did not expect, particularly for a fairly dull 90 minutes ending 1-0.
Overwhelming positivity and not a whiff of the English criticism that very much characterises the premier league, where were the football hooligans? the taunts?

It was a fun day out, and a very positive experience, but it felt lacking, and I must say, somewhat perversely perhaps, I really missed the downright rudeness of English football fans; I wanted someone to hurl insults at the pitch, I wanted a fight, I wanted a riot, I wanted to feel competition and rivalry.

Yet, more than anything else, I wanted to be watching the game whilst enjoying a real European beer and sitting with my dad; (and of course to be in the pissing rain, freezing cold and involved a massive punch up....)