A book not to be judged by this year’s cover

Sitting on my desk at this minute is the 1970-71 edition of the New South Wales Cricket Association yearbook. The cover design features a bright orange background with the text “Cricket Year Book. 34th Edition. NSW Cricket Association. $1.40” on it, and a black-and-white action photo of Kerry O’Keeffe bowling a leg-break. By today’s standards it looks drab and tacky. Continue reading “A book not to be judged by this year’s cover”

Another surrealistic technicolour yawn masquerading as entertainment

Opening/closing ceremonies of major sporting events stopped being fascinating a long time ago. I think it was the Lillehammer 1994 Winter Olympics where they irretrievably crossed the boundary into the realm of surrealistic technicolour yawns masquerading as cultural ballets. After Sydney 2000 (the one where Captain Cook discovered Australia on choreographed bicycles) I thought that wanky, over-indulgent sports ceremonies could go no further. Cape Town 2003, the opening ceremony of the Cricket World Cup, in fact proved that.

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