Rabbitor meets Rufus

A day in the Paramatta district and we start with urban culture as personified in this Banksie homage.

 

Then we "step up"

 

On our way to the train station P remembers as a 17 year old apprentice in short overalls and hairnet, being sent by a supervisor for a set of these and a short stand.

 

I revert to being 6 again, because our trip means we are sitting atop a double decker train, the same enthusiasm climbing the no n14 bus stairs come flooding back.

In order to get here

 

Where I learn "sportsmanship" is universal; but a little history to set the scene:

Hull Kingston Rovers stadium, a rugny league match

-          Ref I think you might be looking at the match through rose tinted spectacles

In the 10 bleems it takes for me for me to absorb the phrase and think "Wow" that's a first, no swear words and such a delicate metapho.

However the utterer of said phrase is also thinking, and shouts more vehemently,

-       YA BASTARD!

Shift to the present:

Sydney Rabbitors playing Illuwhahahahahahaha Dragons (or something like).

P struggles with the notion of a bunny rabbit for a rugby team emblem and come on you have to admit running out on the pitch after this is hardly going to fill the opposition with dread

 

Especially when the opposition's mascot is really scary.........

But then P’s Hull KR mascot goes by the name of Rufus and ....

 

Anyway where was I, ah yes, Rabbitors have 3 players of the same Burgess family which means ice cream and Beverley, East Yorkshire to me but the boys come from Leeds. Apparently Russell Crowe spotted them during a location hunt for Gladiator when the Sat nav accidentally sent him to the Leeds Corn Exchange.

So play gets underway, with all the expectant rough, tumble, joshing and jolly japes. Behind me is North Sydney’s answer to Alf Garnett, sporting a flag to cover the entire state of New South Wales….it’s that big that whenever he attempts to wave it his mates have to grab hold of his shirt to stop him tipping into the cheap seats.

Youngest Burgess manages a neck high tackle on a dragon player which elicits from Alf :

-       Rip the Pommie bastard’s head off

See what I mean about the universality...

We, plus three hitherto unnoticed Warrington fans, slide down into our seats in case the flag pole is to become a pike.

So have you guessed where it is yet? Ok here’s a great big clue - zoom in and read the words.