Even the freezing cold weather couldn't get us down. But as the game wore on...and on... with the only action being provided by the away team's acting capabilities (pretending injuries 5 times) we began to miss Aussie Rules. We watched 90 minutes with no scoring. Being used to watching the bombers kick away a few 100 points each game, it was a disapointing result. But the crowd didn't seem to mind.
We were able to spend a weekend in Brighton thanks to Jane's grandparents. We stayed in a great B & B and toured the Brighton Pier (where extremely cheesy music and expensive rides were discovered) the Lanes and the Pavilion.
On the end of the pier we almost quit radiography for life in the pokies (well its fun equivalent).
We kept putting in 10p coins, thinking ours would be the one to send 1000 of them toppling into our palms. Greg's strong will was enough to stop us becoming full time gamblers.
The place that impressed us the most was the Pavilion. Built by King George the Forth as a pleasure palace, it resemble the Taj Mahal on the outside and the inside is covered in Chinese paintings all over the walls and Chinese antiques. The chandeliers were absolutely amazing. But photos didn't do them justice. George used to have huge parties here.
No comments:
Post a Comment