Weekend roundup
Well, that was a pretty good weekend.
After Brisita’s twenty-first on Saturday evening, I spent Sunday afternoon at a Hottest 100 garden party. It was a bit peculiar listening to it before the 26th, but the shade was warm and the beer was cold, and that’s really what it’s all about.
I spent a pleasant afternoon on the South Perth foreshore yesterday, topped off by a spectacular fireworks display. (There’s a slight chance I’ll be seen on the news belting out the national anthem.) Unfortunately, the day was soured by the racist stickers Jack van Tongeren’s gang of boneheads had plastered around the place. A fucking disgrace, but not surprising — such is the product of jingoistic nationalism.
(I don’t know what this fuss is all about, though — there was plenty of drinking going on around us, and I didn’t see a copper say a harsh word to anybody.)
Manas will be heading off to Sydney for the ALP National Conference this morning. If I can convince her to give us a brief report on the fringe events, you can read them here. She has suggested she might reignite her blog in the near future, too. Something to look forward to.
Rob, I was on the South Perth foreshore too, and it didn’t seem much like a zero-tolerance alcohol policy to me.
Missed that huge fight too, did you catch it?
Gareth, my brother was down the other end of the foreshore to me, and he said there were a few small fights (the usual tomfoolery) but didn’t see the brawl. Apparently it happened an hour after the show, when I would have been stuck in traffic somewhere in South Perth.
a Hottest 100 garden party
Dear God, people actually do these things?
Must say I was also surprised that they did it on the 25th, not the 26th.
There were a few fights that I saw, missed the one with the supposed 1000 people, but got close to the first couple.
I didn’t see any of the stickers though.