Another import from Dodgylands, north of the Murray, follows its natural course right down the toilet. First they gave us police corruption, a general lack of social graces and Sydney-centric everything. Finally, in an act not dissimilar to the early settlers disseminating Smallpox ridden blankets to the indigenes, they brought us the iniquitous and insidious purple curse, a transplanted disease if ever there was one.
And so the rise and demise of a game no-one asked for and its no-culture culture.
I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions about the Princes Park link, the link between the Carlton Crew and their Blue rorts and the Purple Plague and theirs. You'd think there must be numerous hidden panels and lots of places to secrete paperwork in that evil moral-graveyard.
On a more pleasant note, there was a minor PunchDrunk excursion to the G on sunday. A very pleasant afternoon was had by all, myself and 3 Drunk Tigers, Brenton, Dirk and DickWad. We all held onto a rope so we wouldn't get separated, enjoyed the beer queues and even watched some lovely footy.
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