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Those Summer Nights

I am a girl who loves me a good musical. The singing, the dancing, the over the top cheesiness of it all- it’s my cup of tea. So the other night I was very over-excited to be on my way to see Grease the musical.

After posing for a classic snap with the musical poster, and then with a cardboard cut out of Rob Mills, it was time, and it started with a bang. It was time to get the crowd involved in a sing along, so cringe but secretly I loved it and of course already knew all the lyrics.

Grease had everything you could expect from a musical- fantastic dancing, songs that you know and love, ex-Australian Idol contestants (I am now even more convinced that Anthony Callea is two genes short of being a dwarf) , and some classic gags from Bert Newton.

The story got a little lost towards the end but what does that matter when we all know it off by heart. Tod McKenney made an appearance as the Guardian Angel and although that reference went straight over my head, those a couple of generations ahead of me had a good laugh, and his voice and characterization were to die for.

It was one of those occasions when I wished my life was a musical and that all those awkward moments I experience- and there are a lot of them, could be eased by breaking into song. I also would love to see it again while inebriated because my friend and I kept joking about when it was going to be our turn to jump up on stage and dance.. and once that seed is planted and you’ve had a few drinks.. There really is no telling what might happen. So if anyone wants to be absolutely humiliated come see Grease again with me!!

To finish off I would just like to say that what I really took away though was the moral of the story of Grease:

Dress like a tramp and you will get the guy. Always.

xxxx Sandra D


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Thoughts from an amateur Liverpool fan

For a couple of years now I have been dating a mad Liverpool supporter. He wants to play for Liverpool, coach Liverpool, be on the board of Liverpool and then probably die at Anfield. So when I heard that they were coming to town I thought I should probably go and check out what all the hoo ha was about.

Walking from Richmond station I got this eerie feeling, “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Melbourne anymore..” Everywhere I looked there were people dressed solely in red (a bit of a fashion faux pas if you ask me), people yelling Liverpool jargon and wanting to give me a high five. It is safe to say that at this point I was feeling like a bit of a pretender, wearing a borrowed Liverpool top.

Now I have always been more of an AFL girl than an English Premier League fan, probably because I am not a fan of getting up at 4am to watch a game of soccer (I am sorry, football) that I still don’t fully understand, but I can sure see why people jump on the bandwagon. The atmosphere was undeniably impressive, in particularly when the entire stadium joined in singing “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.

I am still not sure if I will be getting up in a hurry to watch any live matches, but I can safely say that my eyes have been opened, and that no matter how loud the Collingwood fans want to drone “Coooooolllinnnnggwoooooddd”, an AFL game will never match the spine tingling atmosphere of that one game.





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