The Melbourne Cup: Le petit mort
The Melbourne Cup climaxed today with the actual race for the cup itself. It was all a little dissapointing, finishing in under three minutes or so.
However.
We went to Trevor and Midge’s again to celebrate the occasion. There was lots of bubbly and beer quaffing and, of course, great food. We’re stuffed to the brims once again. We were consevative in our drinking though, we do have work to go to tomorrow afterall. I start at freakin’ 7:30 meaning that I have to leave the hostel at around 6:30ish. I actually managed to speak to the boss today though and he said that I’m deffinately ‘on’ for the job. He even mentioned something about A$25 per hour when I asked, but then mumbled something about not being sure and that I needed to talk to one of the other guys in charge. (Hope there’s not this much passing the buck when it comes to actually paying me.)
When Trevor dropped us off at the station, Lauren and I were ready to drop. Tired from sitting in the sun eating and drinking for 7 hours. Sadly, this was not quite to be. A couple of real scummy looking drunks came on the platform and started racially abusing a Sikh man sitting on the opposite platform. The usual derogatory terms used by semi-retarded racists bullies. To my shame, I kept quiet. I suppose I have excuses in Lauren being there (she gets very upset if confrontations occur,) but ultimately I was that great historical figure Michaelangelo Sans Testicles. I was given the chance to redeem myself, though (and, let’s face it, this was all about me after all,) when an Ozzie guy up the other end of the platform, no older than 19 we rekon, reprimanded the moron. The drunk racist and his mate turned their anger on the kid and started pushing him around. I found my manhood and, waving it like a loon, ran down the platform to assist. The racist near defecated his imbecilic and childlike pants when he realized that his drunk shouting had turned into two big-ish guys and one girl looking very angry with him. He gave some weak arguement back, trying to explain his actions, but he walked off down the platform, utterly defeated. Horrah!
On the train, we got talking with the guy, his name is Peter and he’s a plumber’s apprentice in the east Melbourne suburbs. His mate got on a few stops later and we changed numbers, Peter and his mate, Julian, have offered to take us out for a knees-up before we leave. It must be something in the water, but Australian’s seem to love any excuse for a knees-up. Odd that I’ve never heard about this before…
Tags: Australia, Melbourne, Travel
mikeloken
Don’t beat yourself up too much for not wanting to get into it initially – you helped in the end and there’s enough people out there that wouldn’t do that much. Well done.
Thanks very much Ian, much appreciated!