Sydney is the Queen of Australia (and proud of it)
Mr Melbourne appears to be hung up about the relative sizes of Mexico City and Sydney when this nation federated. What's that go to do with anything? Sydney has always been world class, even back when the Aborigines were running around trying to avoid the business ends of the friendly muskets of Captain Cook's welcoming committee.
Clearly Sydney's sister-city arrangements were formulated to make the other city feel better about itself, unlike Melbourne's, which look like the door list of a Smith Street methadone user's group. Once again, Sydney is playing a different code of football to the rest of the nation, and no, it's not gridiron. (Who could conflate the American with the aerial ping-pong? Ah, a Melbournian!) The Kiwis are happy, having given up most of their armed forces - Sydney has taken a benign interest and they know things will work out OK. It is the way of all things.
The Sidney Myer Music Bowl? Does anyone apart from the CIA know where that is? Most would probably take it to be an incomplete tennis court, likely to be named "The Lleyton Hewitt" in honour of all the people who emigrate from Adelaide. It's one of those migrations that improves both places.
The cold dead fact-machines of the south have clearly fed Mr Melbourne a dud line: The Australian has always been published in the ACT by Australia's finest export, Rupert Murdoch. Truly Sydney would hug him to her bosom if only the Packer family left any of it free. The rumour is that James will be weaned in the coming weeks, and once that Herculean task is done we might see what we can do.
I am bored with this trivia. Another key facit to the world class act that is Sydney is the performance of it's universities. Whereas the University of Melbourne must write its own rankings to make it appear to the uninitiated that it is comparable to ANU, the Sydney univerisities know they are beyond compare and resolutely refuse to play this game. There seems to be some confusion in Melbourne that the aim should be quality, which is ridiculous when one considers all the under-employed over-educated people giving the city a bad name. Heck, without the annual Comedy Festival there would be millions dying in the streets from a lack of income, or charity, as those who've been know it to be.
Sydney, of course, has had a bums on seats, or more correctly, bums on stairs / floor / corridor / door policy for a long time now and it's working out great - we have the best Asian chicks in the country.
ABC TV ran a puff-piece on Julia Gillard this evening, somehow ignoring Bronwyn Bishop's righteous claim to being the hottest babe in the Australian Parliament. Those from the Insular Peninsula know she looks great in a bikini on a surfboard at Narabeen, and vote accordingly. As with Jeanette, the plebian postcodes just can't feel the love.
Clearly Sydney's sister-city arrangements were formulated to make the other city feel better about itself, unlike Melbourne's, which look like the door list of a Smith Street methadone user's group. Once again, Sydney is playing a different code of football to the rest of the nation, and no, it's not gridiron. (Who could conflate the American with the aerial ping-pong? Ah, a Melbournian!) The Kiwis are happy, having given up most of their armed forces - Sydney has taken a benign interest and they know things will work out OK. It is the way of all things.
The Sidney Myer Music Bowl? Does anyone apart from the CIA know where that is? Most would probably take it to be an incomplete tennis court, likely to be named "The Lleyton Hewitt" in honour of all the people who emigrate from Adelaide. It's one of those migrations that improves both places.
The cold dead fact-machines of the south have clearly fed Mr Melbourne a dud line: The Australian has always been published in the ACT by Australia's finest export, Rupert Murdoch. Truly Sydney would hug him to her bosom if only the Packer family left any of it free. The rumour is that James will be weaned in the coming weeks, and once that Herculean task is done we might see what we can do.
I am bored with this trivia. Another key facit to the world class act that is Sydney is the performance of it's universities. Whereas the University of Melbourne must write its own rankings to make it appear to the uninitiated that it is comparable to ANU, the Sydney univerisities know they are beyond compare and resolutely refuse to play this game. There seems to be some confusion in Melbourne that the aim should be quality, which is ridiculous when one considers all the under-employed over-educated people giving the city a bad name. Heck, without the annual Comedy Festival there would be millions dying in the streets from a lack of income, or charity, as those who've been know it to be.
Sydney, of course, has had a bums on seats, or more correctly, bums on stairs / floor / corridor / door policy for a long time now and it's working out great - we have the best Asian chicks in the country.
ABC TV ran a puff-piece on Julia Gillard this evening, somehow ignoring Bronwyn Bishop's righteous claim to being the hottest babe in the Australian Parliament. Those from the Insular Peninsula know she looks great in a bikini on a surfboard at Narabeen, and vote accordingly. As with Jeanette, the plebian postcodes just can't feel the love.
posted by Mr Sydney at 11:29 PM
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