I have, to my knowledge, met only one St Albanian; he wasn't an a*hole in the traditional sense, but more of a twat.
You'll be familiar with the classic dropping an ice-cream on the back of a sunbather - he did that, but with a football rather than an ice-cream; he also managed to knock over one of those rotary displays of postcards with his rucksack. 37 years ago, and it still haunts me, guilty by association!
The few Aussies I've met all seem to be decent enough folk, until cricket is brought up.