It doesn’t get better
BETWEEN THE SIR ELTON JOHN GIG AT CAZALYS AND THE COWBOYS LINING UP IN SYDNEY FOR A GRAND FINAL FAIRYTALE, THE FAR NORTH IS THE PLACE TO BE – FOR A GIANT WEEKEND THAT’S GUARANTEED TO BE THE SOURCE OF MANY MEMORIES
WELCOME to El-town. Where the lights are kind of bright and the dress code is tank tops and thongs. We’re rolling out the yellow brick road to rock and roll royalty today and nothing’s going to rain on our sugar cane parade. Sir Elton John has swapped Madison Square Gardens and Wembley Stadium to play at Cazalys and there won’t be a nook or cranny that won’t be filled with sweaty, squishy human flesh for his concert tonight. What an honour it will be to see one of the biggest musical talents of all time play some of the biggest hits in history. Sir Elton’s playlist is like a walk down memory lane and I won’t be alone in taking that trip as the maestro hammers them out on his Yamaha grand piano named Kay. I Guess That’s Why They
Call It The Blues certainly felt like that when my family moved from my birthplace Cairns to a little town called Sarina in 1983. Besides the sugar cane and similar weather the towns were worlds apart and I was a youngster having to start all over again finding little friends. I kept singing these words in my head: “Between you and me I could honestly say; that things can only get better.” They did. I ended up loving the place.
As for Daniel. No, he isn’t my older brother. He was my first boyfriend. Tall, dark and handsome he looked more at home in a rugby league front row pack but had softer insides than a marshmallow. Ahh, memories.
I’m also hoping this giant weekend will provide other long-lasting memories.
Several weeks ago I put it out there in this column — could we dare to dream of a NQ Cowboys fairytale in tomorrow’s NRL grand final.
Here we are now only one sleep and big concerns away from a sporting mir- acle. Huge Cowboys fans, hubby and I have been hanging on to the edge of our seats since the final minutes of the season proper. (Thanks Doggies.)
In the first of the finals we stated we would be happy with the season if only we could beat that nasty Cronulla.
Since then we’ve tried not to be greedy but now all bets are off.
Congratulations Billy Slater and the Storm for your incredible year. Slater you are the pride of FNQ and your commitment, courage and conduct are exemplary. But it’s just no good.
I’m a Cowboys fan and I’m daring to dream. Battered, bruised and brushed aside, the Cowboys are the underdogs.
That’s OK. All underdogs have a magic gene — mongrel.
Good luck Cowboys and thank you Sir Elton for coming to Cairns.
I’ll be the girl singing at the top of her lungs in preparation for tomorrow’s winning chant.
It doesn’t get any better than this.