Aussies have a drinking problem
I've been in
So, the last thing I thought I'd spend my weekend doing was watching cricket.
But that's where I've been as I step up my assault on planet sun and its harmful rays. My tan sucks at the moment. I've been so wary of it that I'm probably paler than when I left
My immediate impressions of
Although I did visit a mental bar on Friday called Hula Bula, apparently it's where that South Pacific Bar in Kennington, where we went for Rachel's 30th, is based. It sells legal loopy juice. I bought a $30 cocktail when I got in there and I can't remember much else from the evening. However my legendary 'never knowing where the fuck I am' kicked in. As I stumbled around
It was a messy end to what had been one of the healthiest days of my trip. Since my surfing trip the most exercise I'd managed was the standing up I'd done throughout the Adelaide Test match. It's good for the calves. But on the Friday I had booked a trip to
We'd booked a ferry over and also hired three bikes. Maybe I've been hanging around with Dicky and Dave D too long, but I was pretty startled by the sheer unfashionability of my 2-wheeled monster. We'd had to put down a $25 deposit in case we cycled them off a cliff. You'd have been lucky to pay someone $25 to take this piece of scrap off you.
However after tootling around Rottnest for a while I realised that you didn't have to look cool to be cool.
Added to the fact that there wasn't anyone around to point, stare and throw things as I cycled past, I eventually came to the realisation that all bikes should look like mine. It was a sad end to the day when we had parted company. And I could only console myself by going for a spot of snorkelling.
But anyway, back to the cricket. 'Hurrah!' I hear you cry. Today's action was pretty damn funny. Around , as one of the guys rotated me on the homemade spit I'd made for myself, I caught a glimpse of one of the ground staff in a spot of trouble. He was trying to push an entire crate of soft drinks up a hill. But he'd got halfway up before he realised he didn't have the strength to get them the whole way up. Drinks started spilling off the crate, and he had to radio security for assistance.
Alerted to this wonderfully funny passage of play I raised the alarm. Not in a way that proved in any way beneficial to this poor dude, rather I got everyone alongside me to laugh at him. And so we did. And I took these pictures.
However, before you think I'm a totally heartless bastard, if you look at the top photo, in the bottom right hand corner, you'll see the head of one Barmy Army member who did rush to his aid. But once he got there the worker told him to stand back as if he'd got hurt in the crush they couldn't pay the insurance. Ha ha!!!!!! So we all sat back and had a good laugh at his expense instead. It's the little things in life…..
But it doesn't end there! Because not two hours later as I swapped positions in the stadium so I could face the sun and I saw this!
Ha ha ha!!!!! Two in one day. Maybe