Adelaide

Went to Adelaide for a long weekend. Flew over Friday night. Took in some of Adelaide's famous Festivals on Saturday and Sunday.

Things We Saw:

'Me, Ray Charles and Sammy Davis Jr.' (If Michael Jackson did Riverdance...)

'Rash', a film/doco on the street art scene in Melbourne (yes, we flew to Adelaide to see the graffiti in Melbourne).

'Evolutionary', a semi-comic, semi-serious lecture on how life evolved from prokaryotes to Paris Hilton. Very intelligent.

'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead', fine theatre. ("What about Eternity, then? When's it gonna end?")

'Breakin' Ground', the first half was an ok hip-hop band who were pretty good if you like that sort of thing (and even okay if you don't), but the second half (billed as breakdancing') was excellent contempary dance, influenced (I guess) by hip-hop culture, but also set to lots of different music. I don't know what the kids (and the crowd was mostly aged 15 to 18) thought of the African folk music, or the Stravinsky, but the dancing was excellent.

And Eddie Perfect. Gleefully irreverent.


On the Monday we caught the tram to Glenelg. Strolled along the beach front and got it into our heads that it would be a good day for a round of Mini-Golf (or Putt-Putt, as it's sometimes known). A helpful hint for those of you who might want to play Mini-Golf in Adelaide: There is precisely one Mini-Golf course in Adelaide. It's in West Beach - a long hike from Glenelg. It'll take you over an hour and you'll probably get sunburned.

And it's closed on Mondays.

And I don't know why Adelaide has it's reputation for crime. We were there for three days, and only saw one guy being hauled off into a divvy van, and one taxi driver running down a pedestrian.*

Other stuff:

I go back to the doctor's tomorrow morning to see the results of my x-rays and blood tests. I have all of the pains that I have mentioned before, and they are looking for rheumatoid arthritis, or seronegative arthritis, or anklyospondylitis, or whatever. I secretly hope it's anklyospondylitis. It's not the best thing to have, being destructive to your joints and all, but it just sounds cool. Anklyospondylitis. Go on, say it with me: ank-ly-o-spon-dyl-i-tis. Is there a better name for a disease?

Still haven't bought a new car, but I have at least got a new housemate. I may have called the police on her first night here to stop her boyfriend trying to break in the back door, but it's all sorted now. (Well, I didn't know who he was. Nor did I know that she couldn't work the keys in the front door and sent him over the roof to get in. At three in the morning.)

I have also discovered that ohrwurm is what you call the song that gets annoyingly stuck in your head. It's from the German, and it means, literally, 'ear-worm'.

So;
Today's Ohrwurm:
Let's Open Up a Restaurant in Sante Fe, from Rent. My Lady Friend and I saw the film the other day.

* To be fair, the taxi driver only squeezed the pedestrian gently between the front of his taxi, and the back of the taxi in front. He was okay, and the taxi driver was very apologetic. It just worried us that we had been in Adelaide for about ten minutes when this happened at the taxi rank at the airport.

UPDATE:
The x-rays and stuff came back clear, so it's probably the seronegative arthritis, but we're off to a rheumatologist to see what he says.