Non-Rugby post warning....In the spirit of colonialism, I offer the following open letter.
Note to my English ancestor:
Thanks for stealing that loaf of bread back in 18-something or other and getting tossed out of your homeland in the slums of London. I know you probably did it pretty tough back then, but rest assured your wanton criminality has resulted in generations of your decendants now living in sunshine, with all of nature's goodness (such as the surf beaches and rain forrests and deserts. Especially the surf beaches) at our beck and call.
Thanks also for being sent to a place where we don't have to watch our cities burn, and soccer is not our national game.
But mainly, and even though you had little say in where you got deported to, thanks for getting on the boat that ended up in Oz. Hell, I could have been South African or Canadian or French. Worse, if you weren't hungry that day back in 18-something or other, I could have been fucking English....
With loving regards and deep appreciation,
Your great-great-great-great Grandson.