Not even a passing reference.
Surely Australia can come up with better reasons for a winter long-weekend than the birthday of a foreigner on a day that is not even her real birthday. Nick Pippos's reflection on his experience this year on the Queen's Birthday public holiday said it best:
We took the clan yesterday to the Redcliffe Peninsula on what was a glorious day. Children were on scooters. A group sat on pink canvas chairs in pink T-shirts under a pink tarpaulin eating cakes. Adults, who shouldn’t have, were inline skating. We all ate ice creams. At Margate beach, the markets were humming along.
The strangest thing was what I didn’t notice. No Aussie flags were flying. There was no incidental chatter about Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth; not toasts; no images.
On a magnificent sunny historical Queensland sesquicentennial long weekend, a passing reference surely was in order. Nothing.
Can we all stop kidding ourselves? Let’s keep the holiday. Let’s change the occasion. Long live the long weekend.
Courier Mail, Tuesday, 9 June 2009