Australian celebrations go back to the 80s
I was on board the National Australia Bank’s ferry at this year’s Australia Day Ferrython. The highlight for me, however, was seeing Spy versus Spy at the Marrickville day of celebrations.
Not that I have ever seen Spy versus Spy live but going back to the 80s – a theme picked up by the council with Choose Marrickville – I was looking forward to recounting my days of pub rock.
It was exactly the sentiment picked up by the band.
“Isn’t it great to listen to pure rock than the techno shit you get these days.”
To be honest I really didn’t enjoy the day as much as I expected. Maybe it was because my friend Lou and I got screamed at because we patted a pony or maybe it was because a fat cop wouldn’t let me have a photo taken behind the wheel of the police car, offering some flimsy excuse that "they were looking for some missing kid."
Who knows? The cotton candy or those green lamingtons offered for free by The Glebe didn’t even excite me. Not even spotting this year’s Australian idol Damien Leith at Vic Hotel enthused me (was it really him?).
On our way home we encountered a teenage boy riding his bike while texting from his mobile phone. Like two stern teachers we warned him to watch where he was going.
“Oh fuck off will youse, I didn’t run into you did I,” he replied
How did you enjoy your Aussie Day at Marrickville?
Not that I have ever seen Spy versus Spy live but going back to the 80s – a theme picked up by the council with Choose Marrickville – I was looking forward to recounting my days of pub rock.
It was exactly the sentiment picked up by the band.
“Isn’t it great to listen to pure rock than the techno shit you get these days.”
To be honest I really didn’t enjoy the day as much as I expected. Maybe it was because my friend Lou and I got screamed at because we patted a pony or maybe it was because a fat cop wouldn’t let me have a photo taken behind the wheel of the police car, offering some flimsy excuse that "they were looking for some missing kid."
Who knows? The cotton candy or those green lamingtons offered for free by The Glebe didn’t even excite me. Not even spotting this year’s Australian idol Damien Leith at Vic Hotel enthused me (was it really him?).
On our way home we encountered a teenage boy riding his bike while texting from his mobile phone. Like two stern teachers we warned him to watch where he was going.
“Oh fuck off will youse, I didn’t run into you did I,” he replied
How did you enjoy your Aussie Day at Marrickville?
1 comment:
maaattteeeeeee!
unfortunately at that stage of the day I was caught ankle deep in cement mix.. in a druken flurry we decided to get 'physical' and get into the bathroom renos! but I did think of you and played my 80s megamix cd while we worked away.. we did stop for the traditional 'asado' break (sth american bbq) but no lamingtons unfortunately!!!
(thats about as 80s at it got at home!)
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