Within five minutes of arriving in Melbourne I had seen two beagles and two guys practising their cocktail acrobatics in a park. Clearly this was my kind of city.
Met up with an old friend who had kindly offered to put me up for a few days before heading back to Fed sq to meet Heath. Heath is a man I met in a pub in Sydney who, after five minutes of chatting, made the unwise offer that if I was ever in Melbourne he would get me tickets for the MCG. To the non sports nuts, that's the Melbourne Cricket Ground. As the cricket season was long over, I had instead picked an AFL game which was conveniently between the Sydney Swans and Collingwood (constantly referred to as the Manchester United of AFL, now in big shit following big racial slurs at the match) Poor unsuspecting Heath therefore received a call taking him up on his offer, and 'just wondering...' whether I could also bring two friends. To my amazement he had agreed. And turned out to be a thoroughly nice bloke, not an axe-wielding homicidal maniac! And while engrossed by the match, he was even willing to answer such questions as "why do they wear such short shorts?!?"
It was a fantastic game though, with Collingwood getting thoroughly smashed by the Swans, lots of beer being consumed, multiple insane questions being asked, terrible attempts to stifle uncontrollable giggles over the team songs, and also managing to catch up with two great mates whom I hadn't seen in ages (not including Heath the random sports fan in this one). Such multi-tasking!
Afterwards we walked in to the city and headed to a club called 'Ding Dong'. Which is perhaps not amazing to the majority of people, but I take delight in strange and random things. We arrived just in time to see the main act of the evening - an Oasis tribute band. There were a lot of rather excited looking people who were all conscious of being slightly too old for the venue. The band strutted on, complete with wigs, costumes, and semi-accurate Mancunian accents. Then 'Liam' arrived. He was, erm, intersting. He had the act down, the slouchy, grumpy mannerisms, the strange mac, the singing from underneath the mic, the yelling at 'Noel'. Unfortunately he couldn't sing. And after four songs announced that he had exhausted his repertoire of Oasis songs. Which didn't go down so well with the die hard fans crowded around the stage. As Liam stropped off, swigging from a bottle of gin, which was all too clearly filled with water, the rest of the band decided to continue without him. It was a massive improvement.
Met up with an old friend who had kindly offered to put me up for a few days before heading back to Fed sq to meet Heath. Heath is a man I met in a pub in Sydney who, after five minutes of chatting, made the unwise offer that if I was ever in Melbourne he would get me tickets for the MCG. To the non sports nuts, that's the Melbourne Cricket Ground. As the cricket season was long over, I had instead picked an AFL game which was conveniently between the Sydney Swans and Collingwood (constantly referred to as the Manchester United of AFL, now in big shit following big racial slurs at the match) Poor unsuspecting Heath therefore received a call taking him up on his offer, and 'just wondering...' whether I could also bring two friends. To my amazement he had agreed. And turned out to be a thoroughly nice bloke, not an axe-wielding homicidal maniac! And while engrossed by the match, he was even willing to answer such questions as "why do they wear such short shorts?!?"
It was a fantastic game though, with Collingwood getting thoroughly smashed by the Swans, lots of beer being consumed, multiple insane questions being asked, terrible attempts to stifle uncontrollable giggles over the team songs, and also managing to catch up with two great mates whom I hadn't seen in ages (not including Heath the random sports fan in this one). Such multi-tasking!
Afterwards we walked in to the city and headed to a club called 'Ding Dong'. Which is perhaps not amazing to the majority of people, but I take delight in strange and random things. We arrived just in time to see the main act of the evening - an Oasis tribute band. There were a lot of rather excited looking people who were all conscious of being slightly too old for the venue. The band strutted on, complete with wigs, costumes, and semi-accurate Mancunian accents. Then 'Liam' arrived. He was, erm, intersting. He had the act down, the slouchy, grumpy mannerisms, the strange mac, the singing from underneath the mic, the yelling at 'Noel'. Unfortunately he couldn't sing. And after four songs announced that he had exhausted his repertoire of Oasis songs. Which didn't go down so well with the die hard fans crowded around the stage. As Liam stropped off, swigging from a bottle of gin, which was all too clearly filled with water, the rest of the band decided to continue without him. It was a massive improvement.
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