The first thing that strikes you down here is obviously the dedication to Holden and Ford and in particular their V6 and V8 offerings. There's the odd Fiesta and a few Focus running about and you might even catch a Kia built Festiva, pure yuk but didn't we go through the 80's and a good part of the 90's in the belief that we were the cause of every other Aussie contracting skin cancer? A blinkin great hole in the ozone sitting over Oceania and "Slip Slop Slap" were common knowledge even in the playgrounds of 80's Blightly. Well it seems they couldn't give a damn themselves. V8's are continuing to sell well even though a litre of fuel will cost the Aussie driver a mighty A$1.40. That's about 90p to you and me but boy do they not like it.

A pint of beer, well, lager, will cost you nine bux, a punnet of peaches nearly a fiver...in bux and don't get me going on a loaf of bread. But you hardly hear a murmur of discontent. Yet there's tshs and tuttings at garage forecourts from Dandenong to Darwin, so much so that you'd be forgiven for thinking a swarm of locusts had taken up residence. You can't help but look on incredulously as the dollars rack up to well over the 100 dollar mark when shiny chrome V8 badges adorn every panel on these monsters. And lets get one thing straight, they aren't the drives of executives but the everyday run arounds of the ordinary working man ...or woman, as is often the case. It's like Peter Andre declaring he really loves his kids. Well, like a certain Mr Charlie Brooker exclaimed, "You're supposed to love your bloody kids", you can't help but feel the need to shout .."They're bloody supposed to be thirsty and expensive to fill". Given many of the drivers are six foot plus and built like the proverbial brick shit house, and that's just the women, I choose to keep quiet though?

We can of course blame WWII for the deep rooted fascination with the big block. It was to mark the end of Australia's days looking to the motherland for its cultural and auto references, though you can still find a fair smattering of the BBC's finest on the free to air channels ...and Corrie. No doubt the good old boys brought back tales from their fellow former subjects of the British Empire of what they were going to do when they got home. So as the GI's demobbed and took to the streets and saltflats in their modified 30's Fords to have some fun hot rodding, the Aussie lads realised that what their Yankee counterparts had told them about the motors they used back home, would be much more suitable to conditions at in Australia. It took a while but Austins and Morris's, then BMC's and BL's sales waned as locally produced Holdens and Fords engine output grew and chassis engineering took into account local conditions. The greatest failing of the British motor industry after the war was not taking advantage of its position to maximise its sales through designing cars for anything other than British roads. Unfortunately, they simply fell apart on the Savannah and in the Outback.

Wandering around Melbourne either on foot or by car, you can't help but be amazed at the condition of many an older motor. No salt being the key I'm told. If of course something old is of interest. But it's when you get close up that you begin to wonder why the northern hemisphere even bothered with that self loathing for putting the Aussies through the spectre of a bad case of melanoma. For even a Mk5 Cortina would have a four litre unit at least lurking under the bonnet. Now I'm not sure if you had the pleasure of a ride in one of these back in the day but I certainly did. Goalkeeping for a local under-13 side in Southampton meant a weekly journey, about eight up in a Mk5 estate (say that here about their stationwagon and they think you're slagging it off) back and forward to training. Can you imagine that now? Well the manager who was indeed just like the one from Murphy's Mob, sheepskin overcoat, tracksuit bottoms and football boots on the touchline, took great joy in slamming us from side to side on the journey home around every corner. He had some encouragement admittedly but man oh man did that motor like to kick its tale out. The Cortina wasn't exactly endowed with the handling of a Lotus, earlier incarnations maybe but not a two litre GL so can you imagine a four+ litre. It doesn't bare thinking about. I wonder how its baring up re its thirst nowadays.