My first ever trip to Australia took place just after England won the Rugby World Cup in 2003. I landed in Adelaide after a long flight via Singapore and took a taxi to my hotel in the city centre. The taxi driver recognised I was English and piped up with “Bloody Englishman hey? I suppose you’re going to start ripping into me about the bloody rugby…..” Eventually he stopped talking and I was able to explain that I wasn’t a rugby fan, knew very little about the sport, but would come back and look him up if we won The Ashes the following summer in england. We did win The Ashes, but I’ve never been back to Adelaide to look for him. How I wish I could go today! Anyone who has any work requirement in Australia please contact me – I’ll do anything for this moment!