Cordial…Nature’s Way Of Flavouring Water

Firstly, Tasting Johnnie = what a night! I had a great time so thankyou to everyone who was present, especially Hoogster for organising it all. For those that didn’t make it, shame on you. You missed out. And I do apologise to anyone who had anxiety attacks over the bar mat incident….next time ill wrap it around my leg or something so I can lift my shirt in pride (by the way, does a bouncer have any authority in demanding us to lift our shirts? If we were girls would he have done the same?)

Anyways, to what I really wanted to discuss. South Australia. In terms of sport, our great state is not far off being renamed Greg Norman. The last few years have seen our sporting sides dominate but fail when it really counts, choke if you will, ala Greg Norman’s famous choking incident which, unfortunately, he is remembered for almost more than his good golfing.

Adelaide United was by far the stand out team of the new soccer league and yet bowed out in straight sets. Just moments earlier the Redbacks failed to capitalise on a fantastic season (but it was close….anyone who witnessed Tait’s bowling will be sure to remember it for years to come and he must surely get to don the baggy green very soon). Last season the Adelaide Crows finished top of the table but lost the first final to St Kilda, meaning they had to travel to Perth were they lost again, missing out on the Grand Final (at least we got to thrash Port in the process). Port Adelaide did the same for a couple of seasons. Brisbane will be remembered for winning 3 GF’s in a row but it should have been Port who claimed the three-peat (although a passionate Crows supporter and laughing at the Port debacle, my South Aussie pride thinks that Queensland is shit (Hoogster, remember when we stood in SA and pissed into Queensland hahaha!) and no team from there should hold such a title).

So we have United faltering, Redbacks faltering, Crows faltering, Power faltering. Last year our greatest export Hewitt had his moment in the sun reaching the final of the Australian Open but faltered against Safin. Our netballers have faltered. The 36’ers, although they didn’t finish top, had a very poor end to what was a very good season. Greg Normans we may be.

However, one feels that this year could be our year. The Crows are in good form (GO THE CROWS!!!! Another thumping of Port hahaha!) and one thinks that the disappointment of last year will spur them on the bigger and better things this season. United will no doubt come back stronger (Rech must be catching the eye of the Brazilian coach). And the Redbacks still have the Pura Cup ahead of them.

In other news, the Norwood Food and Wine Festival was fantastic. Although I was there for business and not pleasure I did get to take in the atmosphere. Summer, it does bring out the breast eh I mean best in females. And the food was good. The music wasn’t. Here is a cut from one young band:

“There is no bathroom, there is no sink.
The water from the tap is hard to drink
HARD TO DRINK”

The first 2 lines were sung in almost a romantic love song way, the last line in a hadbanging heavy metal way. I didn’t hang around to find out whether they were referring to the place of residents or if it was some sort of metaphor.

One of you has stolen the bar mat. Lift your shirts. Hahaha sucked in faggot its in the toilet!