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WELL, that was a most pleasing comeback by the Sharks against the Melbourne Rebels in the little Victoria town of Ballarat, the match played there because Elton John had taken over the stadium in the state capital. No floodlights, therefore the game played in broad daylight and us getting up at sparrows to watch.
A storming display, lots of zing (apart from some lamentable line-outs in the first half), wonderful threequarter play and the Sharks look like making their presence really felt in this competition. Delightful attacking rugby.
The fields at Ballarat reminded me somehow of Woodburn, in Maritzburg; and of the Royal Showgrounds, also in Maritzburg. But what those grounds lack is the huge onfield logo in Ballarat of a beer bottle.
It could make for confusing TV viewing. "Good heavens, are they on our line?" you'd think as a goalpost came into view.
But no, it was the giant bottle of Victoria Bitter.
Cheers! We trust the fellows downed a few afterwards. They certainly earned it.
Research opportunity
INVESTMENT analyst Dr James Greener suggests in his latest grumpy newsletter that the pyromania of protesting students could perhaps become part of their academic research.
"If one of these students busy burning and destroying their campus ever gets around to returning to work, a wonderful research topic for a small project would be to find out how there is always a steady supply of mattresses and appliances to set alight.
"The problem might be firstly to find a supervisor, as most lecturers beyond a certain age have no experience of burning useful appliances and household goods.
'The other difficulty would be to find a faculty interested in this topic. While the old PPE mainstay (Politics, Philosophy and Economics) is often the course of choice for those students who need sufficient free time to pursue their extramural interests, perhaps the sourcing of goods like these is the realm of Commerce. Just a thought."
Horsing around
THIS horse was sitting in first class, flying American Airlines from Michigan to Ontario, California … Hold on, this isn't one of those jokes. The horse – named Fred - really was in first class with American Airlines.
He is what they call a "miniature horse" – think of something half the size of a Shetland pony – and was with his handler, Ronia Foese, according to Sky News.
While others have struggled to convince US airlines to allow them to board with peacocks and hamsters, Ronia says staff were only too happy to have Fred on board.
The pair flew from Michigan to Grand Rapids, to Dallas, where they caught a connecting flight to California.
Ronia trained Fred specially to join her on the flight. He wore an outfit befitting a film superhero and had a travel bag strapped to his body as he nuzzled into his seat.
In a Facebook post, Ronia thanked the pilots, co-pilots and crew on all four outbound and return flights, saying their excitement at having a "legit service horse on board" was a "breath of fresh air".
"Their kindness and comments about how well-behaved Fred was made me the proudest mommy, handler, and trainer EVER!"
Proudest mommy. Here's an animal lover not lost for words.
Tailpiece
TWO musicians are walking down the street.
"Who was that piccolo I saw you with last night?"
"That was no piccolo, that was my fife."
Last word
An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field.
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