The Tasty Byte 4

TENISION BETWEEN ISRAEL AND JORDAN!  PETER ANDRE UNDERSTANDS!

The Adelaide Fringe has officially opened with a delightful cavalcade of street performers, comedians and people desperate for the validation of strangers.  They’re all bundled together and told to walk, run, skip and saunter as the Fringe Parade weaves in and out of Adelaide in such a cacophony of lights and music that Colonel Light will avert his eyes in fear of being blinded by the hubris of these fair performers.  Posters and flyers will line the street as a colourful reminder that even though it is litter it at least resembles a clown’s sneezing fit rather than the butts and ash that normally cake our daily existence.

SHELLEY VON STRUNCKEL TO PREDICT BOWEL MOVEMENT IN CALF!

I look up to see the advertising that states with grandeur and swagger that Adelaide may no longer have the Grand Prix but we do have pandas.  People, you have to let the Grand Prix go.  It has been a long time.  “We may not have Stephen Kernahan but we have Pandas” or “Take that Don Dunstan, we’ve got Pandas” may also fit this advertising gimmick.  Why worry?  Melbourne may have taken the Grand Prix but they never got Aryton Senna.  Boo yah!

PORT ROAD REVERTS TO HALF A LANE TO SLOW DOWN UNMOVING TRAFFIC!

Time to get out people and breathe in the fresh air.  There are shows to see, food to eat, good times to cuddle with and booze to lament.  The streets are alive with the sound of guttural reflux; it is no longer safe at home.  Get out people before it’s too late.  Don’t be the only kid on the block who has no shows to speak of fondly.
The Fringe is back with numbers too big to ignore.  Roar!