Commonwealth Games
The Melbourne Commonwealth Games have come and gone and what fun. Whilst we may have kicked more Commonwealth arse then ever before (and that is saying something because we really have spanked the hell out of everyone pretty much since the 80's) we didn't quite set PB's in everything. I mean a lot have people have called Melbourne the best Commonwealth Games ever (which is I note, a phrase attached to every new Olympics that comes along as well), but Manchester did beat us in one important area. At Manchester 70% of the Sierra Leone team did a runner, we only lost 60% of them.
I actually attended the closing ceremony. Some classic moments were had.
I liked the crowd response to the VIP's. Muted and polite applause for Tony Blair, John Howard and Steve Bracks, but loud, enthusiastic cheers for lord Mayor John So. Apparently you can actually buy T-shirts with "John So, he's my bro" printed on them. Chuck out your vote for Pedro's, they are so last year.
Also was the poignant insertion of Casey Donovan into the entertainment lineup immediately after The Price Edward (this is not a typo) declared the Games over. It ain't over to the fat lady sings Princey.
Also not a typo is the Mayor of delhi's surname. Ms Dikshit. Say no more. The barely contained giggles and guffaws at the MCG were joyous to behold.
I also noted that the boy with the duck made a very, very fleeting appearance. It reminded me of the effect of the massively negative response to Jar Jar Binks in Star Wars Epsiode 1 the Phantom Menace. After that movie, in which people hated him so much there was actually a campaign in America (as only Americans can. Here is a country after all that actually offers a UNIVERSITY course on speaking Klingon. Yes, that is Klingon as in Star Trek. yes that is University as in Degree course.) to have him killed. I don't doubt for a second people in America actually believed Jar Jar really existed. Anyway, I couldn't help but think after the opening ceremony when people where left asking "What the duck?", his role was significantly reduced.
...and the terrific display of AFL footballers performing with ballet dancers. And I can't begin to imagine what the athletes from Bangladesh, Kenya, Barbados, and Canada made of it all. Throw in the female Oompa Loompa's (aka the skipping girls) and the athletes from these other countries were probably wondering if their drinks had been spiked.
However, for me, I loved every minute of it. The fireworks were terriffic, the singers were excellent, even the masses of people doing all sorts of colourful and exciting looking stuff out on the ground in what looked like an organised manner was highly entertaining. It was fun.
Cracker
I actually attended the closing ceremony. Some classic moments were had.
I liked the crowd response to the VIP's. Muted and polite applause for Tony Blair, John Howard and Steve Bracks, but loud, enthusiastic cheers for lord Mayor John So. Apparently you can actually buy T-shirts with "John So, he's my bro" printed on them. Chuck out your vote for Pedro's, they are so last year.
Also was the poignant insertion of Casey Donovan into the entertainment lineup immediately after The Price Edward (this is not a typo) declared the Games over. It ain't over to the fat lady sings Princey.
Also not a typo is the Mayor of delhi's surname. Ms Dikshit. Say no more. The barely contained giggles and guffaws at the MCG were joyous to behold.
I also noted that the boy with the duck made a very, very fleeting appearance. It reminded me of the effect of the massively negative response to Jar Jar Binks in Star Wars Epsiode 1 the Phantom Menace. After that movie, in which people hated him so much there was actually a campaign in America (as only Americans can. Here is a country after all that actually offers a UNIVERSITY course on speaking Klingon. Yes, that is Klingon as in Star Trek. yes that is University as in Degree course.) to have him killed. I don't doubt for a second people in America actually believed Jar Jar really existed. Anyway, I couldn't help but think after the opening ceremony when people where left asking "What the duck?", his role was significantly reduced.
...and the terrific display of AFL footballers performing with ballet dancers. And I can't begin to imagine what the athletes from Bangladesh, Kenya, Barbados, and Canada made of it all. Throw in the female Oompa Loompa's (aka the skipping girls) and the athletes from these other countries were probably wondering if their drinks had been spiked.
However, for me, I loved every minute of it. The fireworks were terriffic, the singers were excellent, even the masses of people doing all sorts of colourful and exciting looking stuff out on the ground in what looked like an organised manner was highly entertaining. It was fun.
Cracker
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