On a lighter note, we have been part of two new attendance records for cricket at the Gabba - 39,288 yesterday and 39,315 today. One thing is for certain though - they'll be at least one down tomorrow as I really don't see the point in going. Only two things can happen now - we can bat all of tomorrow (ha!) in which case the likly result is a draw, or the Aussies are going to bowl us out, make us follow on (we need to score 403 to avoid that particular indignity) and thence win the game. So I think I'll use the day to explore central Brisbane - there's soooo much to do here I really think we should have come away for 2 years and not 2 months.
Oh yes, can someone please tell the Gabba security staff / local Police that they are all screaming fuckwits.
Today, upon entering the ground a burly security guard removed Mike's small Ashes series commerative bat from his hot and sweaty stating that "items that could be used as weapons are not allowed in the ground." An understandable stance, or at least it would be had we not BOUGHT THE DAMN THING INSIDE THE GROUND YESTERDAY. Sigh. I pointed this out to stroppy bollocks, who eventually agreed to let Mike have it back and take it in, providing I hid it in my newspaper. So toy cricket bats are no good, but concealed weapons are OK!
Yesterday, several good folk were ejected from the ground for having the temerity to attempt to start a Mexican wave. I did relish in pointing out to the ex-Colonials sitting behind me, who'd be going on all day about how they were the new frontier, the land of choice and freedom, that in ENGLAND we are actually ALLOWED to make our own entertainment at sporting venues. "Zer shall be no fun at ze Gabba today inmates." Indeed.
A great article in the local paper this morning about an enterprising local chap (Tony Bridge, to name and shame), who rents out his yard for car parking when there's events on at the Gabba. When asked why he put the price up from $10 to $15, the reply came "I have to fund my dog's heartworm medication somehow."
I'm starting to worry about these Australians.
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Good god! It's just taken me two hours of mucking about to find you! All I could remember was that the title had something to do with Chandler, and to my surprise, there are a lot of Chandlers out there! (Scary thought!!).
Great to read that your all well and having fun......Hoopy drinking gay cocktails is a bit of a worry though! Has he banged his head or something!
Sue and I are off to Devon tonight. All seems a bit pointless without you lot there to lead us astray though! Poor Johns profits are gonna suffer!
You've not missed much back home. Weather is miserable, my bathroom broke and flooded the kitchen and to top it all off the cricket ain't looking too great either! Buying loads of lottery tickets in the vain hope that we might join you out there (you'd love that i'm sure).
Oh well, I can tell that you're getting bored now so I'm gonna bugger off and walk the dog.............in the rain!!!!!!
Love yas,
Ozzy!
PS: Chaz and Mike, can I have a go on the trampoline this weekend? Like you can stop me!!!!! HA!
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