If you know me, you know I love Catherine Deveny. Here she lists points against which you can measure your Melbournianess, which include:
When diarising anything in September you first consult the footy fixture.
You’ve attended a children’s party that had rice-paper rolls, cous cous salad, croquembouche and a pinata.
You refer to rococo furniture as “very Franco Cozzo”.
You felt betrayed when you discovered Melbourne was not the only place in the world with trams.
You’ve looked out the window of Puffing Billy and waved like an idiot at the cars at the railway crossing. And you’ve watched Puffing Billy pass as you sat in a car at the railway crossing, and waved like an idiot.
You think beyondblue does great work but you hate the way it makes Jeff Kennett look good. Which is depressing.
Jon Faine shits you but you can’t switch him off.
You pretend the Sydney-Melbourne rivalry doesn’t exist. Which it doesn’t. Because Sydney doesn’t care. And that really shits you.
You brag Melbourne is the creative capital of Australia, but your walls are full of signed football jumpers.
Your kid’s favourite foods are sushi, spanakopita and felafel. Which are also the names of the three kids they sit next to at school.
If a friend gets a new boyfriend or girlfriend, your first question is, ”Who do they barrack for?”
You lose respect for friends if they move over the other side of the river.
You Know You're a Melbournian When...
Published: Wednesday, 19th August 2009 at 7:39 PM
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