I'm not a big fan of Australia. Apart from appreciating the theme parks on the Gold Coast, I just haven't been able to warm to this country even though many New Zealanders hold it in high regard. My lingering impression is that it is full of poisonous snakes, poisonous spiders and, of course, Australians.
Back when I harboured dreams of living overseas, Hong Kong, New York and Singapore were on my shortlist of potential homes. Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane most certainly were not. I've never understood the wide-eyed Kiwi fascination for all things Australian - or the penchant our politicians have for comparing us with them.
My narrow-minded outlook has similarities to the way some heartland New Zealanders view Auckland: "Yeah, nah. Never been there, mate, but I hate the blardy place and the blardy JAFAs too." It's a big-brother-little-brother syndrome. Most Aucklanders couldn't care less about how they're perceived by the rest of the country and, similarly, Australians doubtless never pause to consider how they and their nation are viewed by their Antipodean cousins on the other side of the Tasman Sea. (Despite what broadcasters might have you believe, this body of water is not officially known as "The Ditch".)
So with that background firmly established, it is with some reluctance I admit that the William, Kate and George royal road-show is making Australia look like a dream destination. From the moment Kate stepped out of the aircraft in that vibrant yellow outfit, it made all the photographs from their New Zealand tour seem dull in comparison.