Among the scores of travellers showing off their “glow-ups” is Abigail Phillips, 29, who posted on Instagram her fiancé’s transformation from pale and formal to a surfer boy with a golden tan, mullet and trendy moustache. “I really do like the ’tache and the curly hair,” said Phillips, a physiotherapist who moved with Alex Meston, 34, from Brighton to Australia three years ago. “Alex has learnt do-it-yourself: initially he didn’t know how to use a drill properly, and now he’s renovated the whole troopy [a 4×4 car] himself.”...
“In the UK, it’s a very … traditional lifestyle,” [Meston] said. “You go to university, you get your job, you get a house, kids, whatever. [In Australia] we’re travelling more, having more fun, putting less stress and pressure around work and career … it’s more about just having fun and enjoying ourselves — actually living a life, right?”
January 28, 2026
Moving to Australia (from the UK) "makes you more attractive. At least that’s what young expats who moved down under claim as 'the Australia effect.'"
I'm reading "Moving to Australia made my fiancé more attractive/Young adults find travelling down under does wonders for their self-esteem and sex appeal. It’s what happens when you live life without stress, one says" (London Times).
Posts
61 comments:
just having fun and enjoying ourselves — actually living a life, right?
Is this battlespace preparation for another UBI argument, to counter the anti-UBI point that work provides purpose and purpose is important? Who, at the end of life, would say that "just having fun and enjoying ourselves" is the essence of a life well lived?
Sunshine, beaches and the Aussie attitude of "she'll be alright mate", can do wonders for a person. My Aussie friends are travelers and laidback--almost like the Southern Californians of the 50s and early 60s.
’Moving to Australia “makes you more attractive.”’
Being handsome, charming, and humble is already enough of a burden. I think I’d better stay here… :)
"who posted on Instagram her fiancé’s transformation from pale and formal to a surfer boy with a golden tan, mullet and trendy moustache. “I really do like the ’tache and the curly hair,”"
Hate to break it to you hun, but you better have a cock.
Hmmm, cold, raw, rainy, overcast and wall-to-wall muzzies v. sunshine and warm temps?
I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to move to New Zealand.
But New Zealand has really really REALLY strict immigration laws.
huh - go figure? Such racists.
Among the scores of travellers showing off their “glow-ups” is Abigail Phillips, 29, who posted on Instagram her fiancé’s transformation from pale and formal to a surfer boy with a golden tan, mullet and trendy moustache.
Meanwhile, it's amazing what being shot while interfering with immigration enforcement will do for your looks.
Interestingly, did the "immigration rights" advocates who doctored the image think Pretti was made to look more "attractive" by making him look less... "ethnic".
I can't figure it out. All I did was move from a cold, rainy, dreary, foggy place to a beautifully warm and sunny place and, I don't know, I feel like I just feel better. Weird.
And besides, just look what that lifestyle has done for California...
.. It’s what happens when you live life without stress, one says..
it's what happens in the Pacific Sun
Check out the California girls. At Least, check the ones from the '80s
(i'm NOT sure that Modern Cali girls go out in the sun..
i'm ALSO not sure if the sun works on non europians)
What I read: It's more laid back but attracts high-maintenance women.
Also, you have to be sponsored by an employer to stay. It's clearly time for the crowds to take to the streets to protest such unfairness.
"'tache"?!?!
Living in the upper Midwest, I used to lots of colds and a bad case of the flu nearly every winter. Since moving to California, I hardly ever get colds and haven't had the flu in years. Whatever you think of living here, having a nice climate can make a huge difference. (And no, I don't miss the invigorating qualities of freezing weather -- if I want to see snow, there are mountains in driving distance.)
’tache’
I read that as La Tâche…
Brits, on the whole, are conformists. They have been brainwashed to think that way - by the government and government led propaganda.
Pretty easy to move to New Zealand if you invest about 6 million in their economy and are able to speak English. Money solves a lot of problems.
Nothing new about this. For decades, young women traveling abroad and visiting Australia have uniformly come back well-fucked and swooning over the sound of the Australian male accent. My wife has set the voice of her navigation devices to an Australian male while mine is set to the voice of a French girl of indeterminate age.
- Krumhorn
Met a couple from Melbourne at Te Arai on holiday for Australia Day the emigrated from New Jersey. They did look quite laid back. Then again after a week here so do I. Three amazing golf courses, caught three pb two handers yesterday. More golf and kiwi/glow worm safari today…tomorrow for you guys…
Cop a feelah in the Land o’ Sheilas
One of my work colleagues co-authored a book with an Australian librarian. She said she had no intention of doing any such thing, until she heard his voice on the phone.
If a mullet is making you more attractive, you've done something wrong.
Being upside down improves the circulation.
"If a mullet is making you LESS attractive, you've done something wrong."
FIFY
’…caught three pb two handers yesterday.’
Are you referring to ‘bugs’ by chance?
What would happen if a Swedish bikini model moved to Australia?
But New Zealand has really really REALLY strict immigration laws.
Identify as a sheep.
"...to a surfer boy with a golden tan, mullet and trendy moustache. “I really do like the ’tache ...""
This is like seeing 8 fingers on a models hand in a picture. No woman I know would ever compliment a mustache or mullet on a man. Other men might.
And being from SoCal, yes sun and good westher for regular exercise makes a huge difference.
Bagoh-
Perhaps Th Aussies would say 'Please show us your papers.' and she would say - 'I'm in a bikini. Where would I have papers?'
...and they Aussies would say *guhfaw*
"Welcome. May I offer you a vegemite sammy?"
Well, I just left Melbourne and am sailing to Hobart now… (*checks mirror*) …I guess I need.to stay here a bit longer.
Might they be running away from something, back in the old country?
I'm not reading the whole thing.
Peachy, I think it's never happened, because there would be a rip in the time/space continuum. A risk worth taking in my opinion.
A Navy shipmate had spent a tour at Northwest Cape, Australia, then been transferred to where we were on the west coast of Scotland. He and his wife were miserable, longing for the sun, sand, and surf. Well, back in the late 1960s there were worse places for a sailor to be stationed.
Wince said... for the win. 👆🏽
How you brought that in should be an Olympic Sport.
Bagoh - I think so too. Best to make sure the bikini is secure for the ride.
Kevin,
I thought about that. I also considered traveling there and living illegally under a bridge until some nice man found me and took in and gave me breakfast.
It's all relaxation and lifestyle here until you need to live in a capital city. Then you discover how expensive it is.
Well sun, sand, surf, sharks. There is that.
Don’t forget snakes… brownies in particular.
oh… and salties!
During my many work trips to Egypt, the people I most enjoyed hanging out with were the Aussies.
Q: What is an Austrailian Kiss?
A: It's like a French Kiss, but Down Under.
You might move there, but you're not really going to be accepted until you learn how to pronounce 'Australian'. It's supposed to sound like one syllable: 'straiyn'.
I studied abroad in Australia, at the "uni" of New South Wales, in Sydney. Six months. I had an absolute blast. It was old-fashioned in a lot of ways. People would say stuff like "Keen!" or "Good on ya!" Very friendly. And there's a huge amount of drinking in Australia. VB was what everybody drank, Victoria Bitter.
We did a pub crawl, which is where you go to 22 pubs and drink one beer at each one. A guy had a whistle and he would blow it every 10 or 15 minutes. There would be 4 people in a bar, and then 40 of us would show up. And then there would be 4 people in the bar again. The whistle guy had color chalk and he would draw big arrows on the sidewalks for all the stragglers. And we all became stragglers at one point or another. Two of the bars were gay bars, apparently, and i didn't even notice. I had no idea.
Another time, they did Drink a Pub Dry. I skipped that one. Australians are very competitive drinkers. They like sport and they are really active.
American football was kind of a fad at the time. I taught them the "flea flicker" which is the coolest of all football plays. I was watching TV, they had a show that had clips from American football. And damn if they didn't show a flea flicker. And I ran into the lounge looking for my guys and I found Trog. That was his name, I swear to God. And I said, "Trog, did you see it?" And he yelled, "Flea Flicker!" Also we scored a touchdown at the picnic with that play. I caught it, yes I did.
You want to avoid the Vegemite.
For decades, young women traveling abroad and visiting Australia have uniformly come back well-fucked and swooning over the sound of the Australian male accent.
I had zero luck with Australian ladies, but boy oh boy, Americans abroad are really friendly.
I didn't actually spend a lot of time with my fellow Americans. One time they went on a wine-tasting trip. I skipped it. (I hate wine). On the bus ride back, somebody threw up on the bus. And none of the windows would go down. And then somebody else threw up. And somebody else threw up. It was the bus ride from hell, apparently. The girls did not want to talk about it.
We had a little spring break, and all the Americans wanted to go to Ayers Rock. I had zero interest. I wanted to go to the Great Barrier Reef. So I took a bus and went by myself. Hours and hours on the bus. We stopped in the middle of the night, in the desert, because it was raining so hard. Stopping the bus woke me up. And I looked out the window. And there was a flash of lightning, and I saw one of the coolest things I have ever seen. Kind of a flash flood over a desert. Dude.
I ran out of money so I never made it to the Reef. Decided to go white water rafting instead. So much fun. I stayed in this hotel shack that had a bar downstairs. The beach there sucked, so I spent my days working on my first novel, Drunken Ramblings of a College Student. On a type writer! I had to take a bus into town to find ribbon.
Down in the bar, the men were missing teeth, and the girls had black eyes. Still the roughest bar I've ever been in. And everybody was super nice and friendly.
Who, at the end of life, would say that "just having fun and enjoying ourselves" is the essence of a life well lived?
Who, at the end of life, would say, "I wish I spent more time at the office?
One of the nice things about Christianity is that we emphasize joy. I agree, fun is not "the essence" of a live well-lived. A lot of fun things are pretty shallow. Novelty wears off. But joy, deep joy? That's a good life.
Beautiful Outlaw.
We had the book “Let Stalk Strine” that had all the Australian slang, etc. Very funny. Had a good friend years ago. Brit, went to Cambridge. Lived in the U.S. He turned his nose up at Aussies. Said the U.S. was filled with descendants of people who had the gumption to move for a new life. Australia was just filled descendants of criminals forcibly removed.
When I worked for a global financial firm, the holy grail of office visits was the Sydney office.
Are you referring to ‘bugs’ by chance
brown trout
’brown trout’
Even better - very nice!
It’s a question of being allowed and even encouraged to be manly. In England, it’s “my sister was raped by a Muslim, but there is nothing to be done about it.” Contrast with the Aussie bloke who was on Bondi beach jand rushed one of the Muslim shooters and wrestled his shotgun away.
Mike--that Aussie bloke is a Muslim. An Aussie bloke, nonetheless. Ahmed Al-Ahmed. Would that there were more like him.
Having been sentenced to Botany Bay for a year working on a project, every time I see Narr's handle, I think of an Australian girl saying 'no', there was one who sat at a desk across the aisle and she was some kind of receptionist or assistant, she didn't work on our project, but she used to file her nails while she took calls, and every time she said "no" it came out "narr."
As an Australian, I think that has more to do with moving away from home, than necessarily where you are moving to. When you are born and grow up somewhere, alot of what that place has to offer you take for granted. If you relocate, everything is new and you are much more motivated to make the most of the opportunities you are afforded. I live 1 hour drive from the beach, but didn't go into the sea for probably two decades - as an example.
David53, Akshually... you can get a crappier sort of New Zealand investor visa for only $3 million, but you may never see a return. Source: a friend who is moving there tomorrow.
“Moving to Australia (from the UK) "makes you more attractive.“
But moving to anywhere from the UK makes you more attractive.
Sydney was one of the best places I ever lived, but that was in the '90s.
My last time in Australia was when I went to the last F1 race. It is interesting, to me, to see how many asian folks are in Melbourne. A lot.
Australia also has Kmart, Chinese cars and a better view of the galaxy. Same as in New Zealand, which is my preference.
Same as in New Zealand, which is my preference.
I like Australia, but I LOVE New Zealand. I would 110% rather live there than in Oz.
Post a Comment
Please use the comments forum to respond to the post. Don't fight with each other. Be substantive... or interesting... or funny. Comments should go up immediately... unless you're commenting on a post older than 2 days. Then you have to wait for us to moderate you through. It's also possible to get shunted into spam by the machine. We try to keep an eye on that and release the miscaught good stuff. We do delete some comments, but not for viewpoint... for bad faith.