Things I still don’t get about Australia – No. 15
Been a while since I’ve done one of these, but I certainly wouldn’t want anyone to get the impression that at the arse end of 2009 I’ve got this weird country all worked out at last.
Oven gloves. Regular, ordinary oven gloves. The ones that are basically like a big pocket on the end of about a yard of thick, padded material with another pocket at the other end, maybe with thumbs if it’s an upmarket version. Why are they an endangered species here and why do Australian stores sell ‘oven gloves’ that consist of one single padded mitten and what looks like a matching small flannel made of the same stuff? I can see why something like it might sell in Birmingham where there’s a vast amount of good curry available and there’s the ever present risk of burning the flesh from your bones after a good jalfrezi – you need something to protect your hand when you wipe your arse after all. But properly fiery Indian food is as hard to find here as… well, as proper oven gloves that hang over the oven door or on the rail for dishcloths.
Maybe I’ll figure it out in the next year, but more likely it’ll take me the whole bloody decade.
Now I’m off outside to watch the fireworks. Happy New Year, and may 2010 be one that is a little bit, or preferably quite a lot freer for us all.