Show Day Four: Captains Log.

Finally. The end is nigh. The clean up from last nights fireworks display is done. The Captain could have done a better job with a packet of Mentos and a 2.25 litre bottle of Diet Coke. The last of the carnies have been rounded up and shipped further south. The bogan flocks have been sent scampering back along the bike track, pushing their prams full of giant stuffed toys, carrying their $25.00 dollar Abbey Cadabby showbags, as their obese children wander aimlessly on the train tracks. The unused Dagwood Dog batter has been stored away for next year. Too many children at the 'circle work' event today. Looks like The Captain will have his hands full on the roads of Glenorchy for years to come. Found a boy left in an inflatable giant ball, he was rolling down the Brooker Highway, towards that rainbow bridge near the DEC. Busiest day yet. Mother Nature was not kind to The Captain today. Where was all that rain damn you. Still can't knock all the bottles over in that stupid carnie game. And The Captain swears the basketball rings are undersized. Went 0 for 3. Luckily for The Captain i did catch a plastic fish with the number '6' underneath. Scored a cute purple puppy toy. Winning. Stepped on giant cowpat. Losing. Some of those bulls have giant testicles. And how can those farmers scoff down their lunch with the stench of cow and sheep manure in the air? It's like eating at Northgate food court. The Captain was impressed with the dog agility trials today. Maybe, finally, after all these years, The Captain has found a new Capto The Wonder Dog. Showtime FMX?? The Captain see's this daily on the streets of Chigwell. Only with no helmets, on those miniature Braaap bikes. Not impressed. Finally, The Captain wonders why it is called the Royal 'HOBART' Show? Failed to see a single Hobartian there. Does the Hobart City Council put in the funds to keep this once proud Colosseum called the Elwick Showgrounds respectable? The Captain thinks not. Next year, people of Glenorchy, we shall take back what is rightfully ours. Next year... The Royal GLENORCHY show. Or we could just all go to MONA. Captain Glenorchy. Over and Out.