Over the weekend, we were at that venerable Sydney watering hole, The Lord Nelson, at The Rocks, for a reunion, 20 years on, of people who worked in the newsroom and on the Hinch and Clive Robertson programs at John Singleton’s 2GB.

I was also celebrating the fact that over the same weekend it was decreed in Canberra that I really am an Aussie, not a Kiwi, and certainly not whistling Dixie as a pseudo-Yank.