Crank the Croc
IT’S nice to be invited along to the work Christmas party even though all I contribute is this lousy column.
But it’s even nicer when your colleagues leave you with an indelible festive memory to share with loved ones for years to come.
So a big shoutout to the lady who threw herself off the Mooloolaba pier and into the canal after our little team afternoon cruise.
Recollections may differ… one person’s trip is another’s fall, leap, stagger or jump, but semantics aside all that mattered was, it was hilarious.
The fact she survived makes it even better.
One thing is guaranteed, there’ll be no body of water at next year’s event.
That was just the start of a big weekend of events that continued to the first Test on Saturday.
Is there anything more Australian than sitting staring at a cricket oval for six hours wondering if there’s going to be any more play? My neighbour asked me “were you watching the Ashes”.
If there’s a less Australian question I haven’t heard it.
I told him he was in a safe space asking me that very silly questions, but maybe look for a change of subject in public.
Can we also stop seeing new renders of the pie in the sky Olympic stadium.
Every day there is a new idea about what it should be and where it should be built. I heard it’s going to be built next door to the Gabba, basically over the Cross River Rail.
Everyone’s hating on the Gabba so much.
It’s been allowed to get a bit old, but there’s no bad seat.
Over and out
THERE’S so many highlights to my year it’s hard to know where to start.
Bringing readers unbridled joy week in week out brought some satisfaction.
But it was when I was really irritating people that I felt like I was doing my job.
Enjoy your break and see you in 2025.
