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Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Who Let the... Sydney is giving me the shits... Last weekend was the rugby grand final, and since I have friends who just moved here from Minneapolis, I thought I'd take them out to watch the game. So, we headed down to the Coogee Beach Palace, which was doused in young women wearing very short Tsubi skirts. I didn't watch a lick of the game, as I am a traditional nerd in my lack of interest in organized sport. The Roosters were beaten by the Bulldogs, who have been embroiled in a "was it gang rape, or just a bunch of good ol' boys havin' fun" controversy for the entire season. As Bondi Junction holds the headquarters for the Roosters, I spent the entire next day cursing as a bunch of brain-dead assholes spent THEIR day driving up and down Bondi Road honking their horns and playing "Who Let the Dogs Out." Why does Melbourne have such a vibrant, artistic community and in Sydney we are stuck with no gap between the horn honking fuckwits and the pretentious, non hipster pricks who dominate the night clubs? I should move to NY, at least the assholes there have a reason to be assholes. Here, the attractive little worms' cd collections consist of the latest chill out albums from the Ministry of Sound, and while their fashion sense is more up to date than anywhere, it borders on ridiculous (and interchangeable). According to this article, I am not alone in these thoughts. (Link Via Taz). However, just one look out the window, and I fall in love again, the harbour, the beaches and the dipshits, I guess I'm stuck.
... Seppo 11:57 am...
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