Blackcaps versus Australia

Yesterday was yet another afternoon at the Westpac stadium, this time we were there to watch the Cricket One day International between NZ(The Blackcaps) and the arrogant Aussie's.

This was the final game in the series that Australia had already won by by winning 3 of the games so far so there really wasn't much to play for. However, as us Scots can understand - there is always a good reason to stuff your sporting neighbours. There is also always good reason as a spectator to get really drunk whilst watching.

We were there from 2pm until about 10pm and I can honestly say that I didn't watch much of the cricket. I was however looking forward to seeing Australian batting legend Ricky Ponting play so when he came on the match had my full attention - unfortunately for Ricky (and me) he got caught first ball and off he went. I went back to drinking beer.

We then went into town with Katie's Australian colleague Clint - and had a bit of a wild night on the town - still recovering!

ACDC gig

So we arrive back in Wellington after our Australian adventure and the next big thing on the agenda was ACDC at the Westpac stadium.

Paul had sneakily managed to get a ticket for the gig from Scotland and it was all go - Paul had already seen them in Glasgow and had raved non-stop about the show, the fact he was really excited about seeing them again made the whole build up even better.

We went for the obligatory few beers before the gig but we were determined to get there nice and early to soak up some atmosphere so Paul, Steve and I headed off to the stadium. when we arrived we found out that there were different areas and depending on which ticket you had you might be restricted to the back of the field. Paul, having purchased his ticket much later than ours, unfortunately ended up in zone 3 when Steve and I were in zones 1&2. We were gutted, for Paul to have travelled all this way and to be so excited about the concert then to end up in a different area from us would have been a nightmare. (In reality it would actually have meant Steve would have been on his own though as I would have stayed at the back with Paul.)

Anyway, what happens is if you are in the front sections you present your ticket and get a blue band - I was racking my brains thinking about ways in which we could beg for or obtain a blue band from somewhere when my eyes were drawn to the ground near where the blue band fella was standing. There was a stray blue band lying on the floor next to his feet - it was a sign! A chance I had to take - so I hid my own band and swooped on the other one as if I had just dropped it, scooped it up right in front of a couple of Police officers and hastily made my way back to Paul and Steve.

It was an absolutely amazing stroke of luck - the band was in perfect nick and it now meant that as soon as Paul had that band on his wrist nobody would check his ticket again and we would be all together for the gig down the front. Fantastic.

So we made our way down to the front and had a flippin amazing time. Lots of noise, bouncing up and down and a spectacular set from the old geezers.

Best concert ever, and one that i will be thinking about long into old age. (when I will probably still be wearing the T-shirt Paul bought me)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gXTxWAeaj4