First of all, it looks like there was a West Coast premiership reunion out in the Perth Hills either yesterday or today:
Then I flew in to the Sin City in the evening and had a squiz out the window, and apparently 90 years ago, a bunch of Poms decided to build a Coathanger over a harbour and called it a bridge, because Australians are so gullable.
Then right next door to it, I saw there was a bunch of egg shells that some Danish weirdo had put together, and given it was designed in the 1960s he probably did it while he was under the influence of some hallucinogenic, and they call it an Opera House.
You know what I thought to myself when I saw them?
What a great joint, I should come here more often!