A few weeks ago, the boss told me I had to attend a client function (the client is a sponsor of the Power) in Adelaide. What's worse, I was required (as part of some bs PR stunt) to attend the Port Adelaide vs Richmond game.
Having never been to Adelaide myself, I was curious to explore this much maligned city.
Now usually a business class ticket will guarantee you a peaceful journey to your destination, without a throng of annoying 5 year olds, or stupid people. How wrong I was.
Sitting next to me, was a old Adelaide women in a Crows beanie. And you know sometimes, as hard as you try, there are just those people that want to talk to you.
And not in a friendly polite way, but in a 'I'm going to look over your shoulder, see what you're doing, and then talk to you about it, as though you have nothing else to do' way.
So I was reading the autobiography of Peter Cosgrove, when this nosy Adelaide supporter looked over my shoulder. Now, as I found out on this journey, people from Adelaide like to think that they are the centre of the universe, and that those who were born in Adelaide are the most important people.
Imagine this hag's joy, when she though I was reading a book about that fatty cricketer. The stupid cow wouldn't shut up, about how Shane Warne was fat but still managed to play cricket. It took me a while to convince her, that I was reading a book about a different person.
But then, the person to the left of me, piped in.
It so happened that this person was a Port Adelaide supporter, that took umbrage to the fact that there was another Adelaide supporter in the plane.
What followed, made the Bay13 banter between Crows and Power supporters, seem like a UN debate.
AT the end of the flight that seemed like an eternity, I was left questioning, if for my whole life, I had misunderstood the application of the word "use."
And just a query, who the hell is Matt Thomas, and what the hell did he do wrong.
So I got out of the airport, and was initially worried that I had taken a flight to Alice Springs.
No, I was reassured by said Adelaide supporter, that I was indeed in the "city of churches."
So, I checked into my room at the Stamford Plaza, and poured myself a glass of water.
Now, I’ve been to Delhi, Astana and Ankara but I never thought that I could possibly taste worse water.
Evidently, you Adelaide people have some of the shittest tasting water in the world. How do you survive?
Any who, it was Saturday and I met up with the client at West Lakes. Now, why in the blue hell would you idiots build a stadium that is so for away from the city, devoid of ANY public transport what so ever.
AT least if you had a good stadium, it would be ok, but I reckon I’d have a better view of the match in a hot air balloon over the Barossa Valley, which is about the ONLY redeeming thing is SA>
Thank god Port Adelaide lost, and the few Richmond supporters that were in the ground, looked like dignified Royals compared the way some of the Power supporters acted.
And, the stereotypes of this stupid, God forsaken city are on the money. Walking around the city, it is little wonder why there are so few hairdressers. The simple law of supply and demand, and the fact that every Adelaide resident is compelled to grow their hair down past their necks, renders a hair dresser useless.
I can understand why Power and Crow supporters are always fighting. They must be so riled up, after visiting this shithole.
It makes Hobart look like a bustling metropolis.
Please share some of your experiences in this heckhole.
Having never been to Adelaide myself, I was curious to explore this much maligned city.
Now usually a business class ticket will guarantee you a peaceful journey to your destination, without a throng of annoying 5 year olds, or stupid people. How wrong I was.
Sitting next to me, was a old Adelaide women in a Crows beanie. And you know sometimes, as hard as you try, there are just those people that want to talk to you.
And not in a friendly polite way, but in a 'I'm going to look over your shoulder, see what you're doing, and then talk to you about it, as though you have nothing else to do' way.
So I was reading the autobiography of Peter Cosgrove, when this nosy Adelaide supporter looked over my shoulder. Now, as I found out on this journey, people from Adelaide like to think that they are the centre of the universe, and that those who were born in Adelaide are the most important people.
Imagine this hag's joy, when she though I was reading a book about that fatty cricketer. The stupid cow wouldn't shut up, about how Shane Warne was fat but still managed to play cricket. It took me a while to convince her, that I was reading a book about a different person.
But then, the person to the left of me, piped in.
It so happened that this person was a Port Adelaide supporter, that took umbrage to the fact that there was another Adelaide supporter in the plane.
What followed, made the Bay13 banter between Crows and Power supporters, seem like a UN debate.
AT the end of the flight that seemed like an eternity, I was left questioning, if for my whole life, I had misunderstood the application of the word "use."
And just a query, who the hell is Matt Thomas, and what the hell did he do wrong.
So I got out of the airport, and was initially worried that I had taken a flight to Alice Springs.
No, I was reassured by said Adelaide supporter, that I was indeed in the "city of churches."
So, I checked into my room at the Stamford Plaza, and poured myself a glass of water.
Now, I’ve been to Delhi, Astana and Ankara but I never thought that I could possibly taste worse water.
Evidently, you Adelaide people have some of the shittest tasting water in the world. How do you survive?
Any who, it was Saturday and I met up with the client at West Lakes. Now, why in the blue hell would you idiots build a stadium that is so for away from the city, devoid of ANY public transport what so ever.
AT least if you had a good stadium, it would be ok, but I reckon I’d have a better view of the match in a hot air balloon over the Barossa Valley, which is about the ONLY redeeming thing is SA>
Thank god Port Adelaide lost, and the few Richmond supporters that were in the ground, looked like dignified Royals compared the way some of the Power supporters acted.
And, the stereotypes of this stupid, God forsaken city are on the money. Walking around the city, it is little wonder why there are so few hairdressers. The simple law of supply and demand, and the fact that every Adelaide resident is compelled to grow their hair down past their necks, renders a hair dresser useless.
I can understand why Power and Crow supporters are always fighting. They must be so riled up, after visiting this shithole.
It makes Hobart look like a bustling metropolis.
Please share some of your experiences in this heckhole.