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Sun, 07 Mar 1999 00:00
Back from Sydney - aka The Weekend That Was - aka Operation Sydney.
Author: DJ!
Date: Sun, 07 Mar 1999 00:00
Date: Sun, 07 Mar 1999 00:00
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This message has been x-posted to aus.radio.scanner.....scroll to 5.30pm Saturday for frequency for Stadium Australia. Sorry guys, didn't have the time or inclination to do a separate post for you. You'll just have to skip the babble..... :-( == Well, left work on time (for a change) on Friday afternoon for Operation Sydney. He's a brief wrap-up of the adventure.... Friday 5.35pm Picked up from home by one of the guys from work. Get as far as the twin Caltex servos at Wyong before DJ! discovers that he left the lithium-ion battery for the digital camera in his briefcase at home. DOH! MD71 + charger - battery = no pix for OzEmail debate and the Club DUH! kids :-( 8.00pm Pick up a former SIA employee from Circular Quay and head up to the hotel. Checked into our fine accommodation - the Camelot Inn at Darlinghurst. WHAT A HOLE (but it was nice and cheap @ $99 for the nite). 2-Star accommodation at its very best. Used own towel for safety considerations. 8.20pm till 11pm-ish Shit, shower and shave. Off to the casino and meet up with a few other people I know through work. DJ! starts drinking REAL hard. Within the first two hours he'd sunk 3 x Bourbons, 3 x Lemon Stollis, 2 x Southern Comforts and a delicious chocolate mudsilde. Feeling VERY jolly. 11.30pm Stumbled down to the carpark. Did two wannabe commando rolls for something to do. Felt very silly. One of the other (non-drinking) lads had his work run-about vehicle there. Two in the front and five in the back - of a bloody Holden Combo van. ROTFL. Off to the cross..... 11.50pm Into a nice hotel for some pool and more brews. Shoulder sore from the commando rolls. Hehhehe Saturday 2.05am Leave that hotel and off to a strip show. DJ! is feeling VERY tired. Enter Porky's. The boss from work argues that all the guys should get in for half price and the girls in for nothing. Doorman says to piss off - so we did. Moments later he calls us back an in we go under OUR terms. Hehehehe Take our seats in the tacky theaterette. Bought an overpriced bottle of water at $2.90 (yikes!!!!) DJ! fall into a light sleep - LOL. Wakes up to find a naked woman bent over right in front of him. As lovely as it was it scared the crap out of him as he forgot where the hell he was. Ended up seeing *one* actually strip (some thin, ugly, Ally McBeal wannabe) and excused myself to go back to the hotel. Everyone else said they were pretty bored, too, so they walked as well. 3.10am Bought some potato wedges 'cause I was bloody hungry. Bought a kransky for one of the lads from work as a joke. He threw it on the ground (looked disgusting) and I jumped on it. Kransky all over the foorpath. 3.30am Back to Hotel Tacky-o-rama for a good, long sleep. 7.30am Good, long sleep ruined as someone's bloody mobile phone started ringing. DOH! Got up and had a shower etc. 9.30am Bail out and head across to the Birkenhead Point factory outlets for a spot of shopping and a milkshake. Great place to pick up some bargains. Not enough electronic gadgetry, however :-( 12.00pm Dropped one of the girls off at Central Station that had to go back to Newy early. Take car to the World Square carpark. Got some lunch and munchies to take to the footy and headed back to Central to get on the choo-choo to Olympic Park. 2.30pm Arrive at Olympic Park. VERY impressed with the transport system, crowd staffing and other infrastructure. First sight of Stadium Australia - bloody HUUUUGE. Strolled up for a look-see at the Aquatic Centre. had to look through the turnstiles as they wanted $4.50ea just to have a look. "BAH TO THAT!" we said. 3.15pm Find our seat in the stadium. Extremely well organised. No queuing to get in (due to the designated gate system) and everything is VERY well laid out. Seats relatively comfy. PA / Sound system extremely clear and VERY little echo. The MASSIVE Panasonic (tm) screens have to be seen to be believed. Not your normal bodgy footy screens (where you can see each lamp), but 20mtr high gas plasma wonders. (The ultimate Playstation experience methinks). Stroll down to get some (flippin expensive) food - chips + 3 mini-spring rolls + cup of Coke(tm) = $13.30 (!!!!) Cheapest item is the hot chips at $2.90 per cup. 5.25pm Spunky cheerleaders appear on the field (and on the big screens). Crowd boos emphatically when one the cameramen zooms to a plumper that managed to get herself onto the squad. Needless to say - she was not on the screen again. 5.30pm Football started <yawn>. Great perve in the crowd - best to watch the footy live on the big screens. Had the scanner with me. Listening to the ground internal communications (468.7250 mHz for those that are interested) and started laughing. Across in aisle 146 a pile of people had to be moved as raw sewerage was leaking onto them from a pipe that couldn't cope with the onslaught of loose bowels and full bladders. 7.00pm With the first game yet to finish we bailed out (had to get back to Newcastle for another party) and took our little glow sticks. Sorry Darryl Eastlake - there were NOT 110,000 people waving them about. Talk about hype. I reckon there were AT LEAST 10% of seats unoccupied. Wouldn't be surprised if their "world record" turns out to be a bit of a sham. Strolled down to the train station, boarded our train and headed back to central 8.30pm Cappucino and muffins in the city. Back to the car and then onto the freeway. Arrived back in Newcastle a little before 11pm and straight to the party. It's been a lonnnnnng time since I was at an 18th! Things don't change - lots of loud young-spuds and kegs of beer. Forced myself to have a few brews. Young lady strolled up and started chatting. We were getting along really well until *she* discovered I was 25 and *I* discovered that she was only 15. YIKES. Backpeddled REAL quick! She looked AT LEAST 20. Sunday 2.00am Left party and headed home - VERY tired. Crashed and slept like a log till 10.30am. Mission complete. DJ! derek@jenkins.net http://derek.jenkins.net
Re: Back from Sydney - aka The Weekend That Was - aka Operation Sydney.
Author: Steven
Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 00:00
Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 00:00
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In article <36E209CA.56814177@jenkins.net>, derek@jenkins.net says... >5.30pm >Football started <yawn>. Great perve in the crowd - best to watch the >footy live on the big screens. Had the scanner with me. Listening to the >ground internal communications (468.7250 mHz for those that are >interested) and started laughing. Across in aisle 146 a pile of people >had to be moved as raw sewerage was leaking onto them from a pipe that >couldn't cope with the onslaught of loose bowels and full bladders. Shouldn't yawn about football. 468.7250 is Pol ch 36 - District D (Northern Beaches and North Shore). You probably heard 468.7750 Pol ch 38 - Special Ops. Thanks for trying. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The best answer to an unheard question is: "about four" !!! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Replace the x with a z, and remove any non-alphabetic characters. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Re: Back from Sydney - aka The Weekend That Was - aka Operation Sydney.
Author: DJ!
Date: Tue, 09 Mar 1999 00:00
Date: Tue, 09 Mar 1999 00:00
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Steven wrote: > Shouldn't yawn about football. 468.7250 is Pol ch 36 - District D (Northern > Beaches and North Shore). You probably heard 468.7750 Pol ch 38 - Special > Ops. Well, I know for sure that it WAS NOT a police channel. On a few separate occassions I was watching the "funny yellow men" walking around and thinking to myself, "Oh, this is like they're talking to me!". I can assure you that they were not police (highly visible in their own spunky yellow vests). The "funny yellow" people that I was listening to were dealing with such "major" dramas as getting new dry ice for one of the mobile drink boys, which gate should the cheerleaders exit from, what to do with the dripping sewerage problem and so on. What I *may* have screwed up is remembering the exact frequency. Damn aluminium-can-induced-alzhiemers! ;-) DJ! derek@jenkins.net http://derek.jenkins.net
Re: Back from Sydney - aka The Weekend That Was - aka Operation Sydney.
Author: Steven
Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 00:00
Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 00:00
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In article <36E47D86.5B508714@jenkins.net>, derek@jenkins.net says... >Well, I know for sure that it WAS NOT a police channel. On a few >separate occassions I was watching the "funny yellow men" walking around >and thinking to myself, "Oh, this is like they're talking to me!". I can >assure you that they were not police (highly visible in their own spunky >yellow vests). > >The "funny yellow" people that I was listening to were dealing with such >"major" dramas as getting new dry ice for one of the mobile drink boys, >which gate should the cheerleaders exit from, what to do with the >dripping sewerage problem and so on. > >What I *may* have screwed up is remembering the exact frequency. Damn >aluminium-can-induced-alzhiemers! ;-) You probably tuned into Saturn - they have "funny yellow men". Pity you have been drinking too much aluminium, and not remembered the exact frequency. I have the same drinking problem, but I forget to turn the scanner on. ;-) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The best answer to an unheard question is: "about four" !!! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Replace the x with a z, and remove any non-alphabetic characters. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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