Moments
 

Goodonyer Steak 'n Kidney!

This seppo is racking off! It's taken me most of the bloody games, but I think I've learned to speak 'Strine! I've had a ripper time lookin' out for spunks and starters and sneaking gargles from tinnies. Fair dinkum, I was afraid that I'd have Buckley's chance at having a pearler of a time without spending big bikkies.

I know I've been earbashing about Frank being a big-noter but he took care of me and the other blow in's he had to deal with. It's no furphy that if he hadn't done so well, I

might have fled Sydney like a rat up a drainpipe. My only worries would then have been the trains that kept going troppo and the dodge baggage system at Kingsford Smith (sorry, Susan).

I took my last shout after we stood up and barracked at the Closing Ceremonies. Not to chuck a wobbly, but I almost shed a tear that the games had come to an end. Even though I had spent too much time wingin' that the whole bloody thing was a dog's breakfast, I was going to miss seeing the journos everywhere and not having to wear warm cobbler even in the cold.

So, goodonyer Sydney! That was one hell of a show!

American Translation

October 4, 2000
Check out the new Video Archive - Video clips from all of the events I attended.

October 2, 2000
Closing ceremonies will mark one of the greatest things I have ever seen. Frank and I will probably go down as two of the only people on earth who saw both of the F111 fighters streak overhead and dump / ignite their fuel live. We navigated the Sydney transport system better than locals to achieve this feat.

Today's News:

The final event: USA Men's Gold Medal Basketball    The Medal Ceremony   The Post Ceremony Celebration

Closing Ceremonies  The Fireworks
Frank and his birds
Sydney may never recover
Frank and I will stand out in history