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Being interviewed by 6PR regarding an article I wrote for Mamamia on the detrimental effects of pokies.

Anonymous asked: are you planning to go see 'the beatles: the lost concert' film?

I-i don’t know. Are you?

Yet another Adelaide rant.

I found this op-ed I wrote for On Dit, the University of Adelaide’s Student Newspaper, while I was overseas in 2008.

This will never not be relevant.

“Adelaide. Radelaide. Lil’ol’ Adelaide. Hole. A-Town. Home. Regardless of how you see or describe our great city, it is just that. A great city. I don’t particularly want to get all high and mighty from my holier-than-thou pedestal and preach about the awesomeness that is Adelaide whilst traipsing through Europe, but piss it, that’s the best way to do it.

As I sit here writing this article all I can think of are two things that only Adelaide can satiate… The Garden of Unearthly Delights and Dumpling King. Sure, dumplings aren’t exclusively Adelaide, hell I’m sure the Asian countries whip up a meaner, better dish, but bloody oath there’s nothing better than chowing down a plate of fried pork dumplings from the Central Market. Then you have the Garden. Who doesn’t enjoy sitting amongst the underutilised east parklands, sipping on $7 Tooheys and watching the Adelaide melting pot gurgle? Where else do you get the indie scenesters, Clipsal bogans, artsy fartsy types and Joe the Plumber congregating together under the stars? If the Fringe defines Adelaide, the Garden defines the Fringe. I just wish those nasty people at the Parkland Preservation Society would fuck off with their fuddy duddy complaints.

Back to the crux of the situation. Mad March isn’t the only time to party, why stop at the Fringe/Festival? People in Adelaide are all too quick to complain about the lack of things to do… why not get off your lazy arses and make it happen or get involved with the smaller, lesser-known events that Adelaide has to offer. More often than not if you pick up a street press or use ‘the google’ you will find that when you said, “there’s nothing to do in this town”, that in actual fact there is plenty going on. Unfortunately, I fear if you are already reading On Dit, you are not my target audience. Do me a favour and tell the masses.

Youthful apathy seems to be the new black these days and under 25s in Adelaide tend to want to be leaders of the pack. Stop not giving and damn and give a damn! As insensitive as it might sound, I feel that Adelaide’s cultural scene and potential progress is crying out for a generation cull. Old people get their way, even as a minority, because they grumble in packs louder than everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I love old people (at times), but we need to pull our collective fingers out and be heard above the walking frames.

Adelaide knows how to party, we want to be the prettiest girl at the ball all year round, but this requires work. So once your March hang over subsides and April comes rolling around, seek out interesting events in Adelaide and if you can’t find something to tickle your fancy, then try and organise some fun filled shin dig (and facebook me an invite). Don’t forget to crank that volume up just to piss off a granny.

Well, after all that, I feel as though my rant has at the very least been a therapeutic outlet for myself. It’s not good to keep things bottled up, you know. So if worse comes to worse and Adelaide life is getting you down, get on a plane, fly interstate or overseas and realise that Adelaide really isn’t a shit hole, but a city with a few creases to iron out.”