My son William cajoled me into taking him to the Royal Melbourne Show today. He didn’t have to push hard – it was a beautiful sunny day in Melbourne and I felt like going out somewhere rather than stay indoors working on an overdue consultancy report.
Some good ring events (super trucks that smashed up parked cars, spectacular motor bike leaps and a 71 year old father-and-buxom-daughter duo who did scary acrobatics 30 metres above the new performing area silhouetted against the Melbourne skyline), wood chopping, cows that looked like camels, sample bags full of foods-sweets-chilli pastes, monster masks and, of course, a few scary terror rides that my son enjoyed more than I did. Good clean fun!
The kid’s paintings in the Arts and Crafts exhibition were fun and I appreciate the creativity that goes into making prize-winning cakes and cookies. I also appreciate the existence of weird looking chooks, ducks (and an egg-hatching exhibit!) as well as a stall organised by the Australian Poultry Fanciers.
I have had unpleasant days going to the Show in past years. It was clear today that the crowds are what had destroyed it for me. This year we got there early, at around 9-30am, and it was easy to move about the place – it was not so pleasant around 3-30pm so we left around then.
Friends complain to me about the cost of this Show – it is expensive - but kids, the young-at-heart and those of us whose memories have not faded completely, have a enjoyable time at this once-a-year-event. Its great to enjoy some idiot pleasures.