Try standing up in any Australian pub and call them weak, oppressed sheeple with no freedoms. The guys I know would take pleasure in freely kicking your arse.
My first visit to an Australian Pub, in 1965, complete with dark suite, bri nylon shirt and tie! Been in the country 5 days, just got five jobs after five interviews.
After all those 5s, a first, ordered a pint of Bitter, barmaid said "We don't sell bitter love, and a pint gets warm too quick" after further discussion, I ended up with an ice cold Schooner of beer.
Forgot to mention this bar had sawdust on the floor, and tiled walls! Helps with clean up.
A customer in shorts, ripped Aussie Rules shirt and flip flops, walked up to my pale Liverpool face (complete with rimless specs and red beard) and declared "If you don't know how to order your beer, get back to England you Pommy Bxxxxxd" in the north of England the B word meant what the dictionary said it was, not nice.
As my back was soaked in sweat, my face red as a tomato, this bit of welcome did not go down well! My right cross slid him under a table, were he stayed! And my prancing around with my fists up got no takers! So I drank up, paid up, and went back to the hostel to find some ice for my hand!
Looking back I am sure those working Guy's having a quite drink thought a well dressed nut case had arrived on the welcoming shores (mostly) of NSW.