OLYMPIANS WELCOME HOME PARADE

JASE> How lucky am I to be a part of JOY at its new home on Bourke Street, in the heart of Melbourne where all the action is.
Yesterday I had the chance to take a walk down to Swanston Street to take a looksie at the Olympians' Welcome Home Parade, and what a beautiful day for it. Melbourne was looking great, spring is truly here and I'm loving it.
I decided to wedge my way in between two lovely bogan women and secure my place along the parade trail. Lovely women really. Loud, obnoxious and a little smelly. But who's complaining. They were there for the very same reason I was, to get look at some truly great olympians.. well ok, perhaps it was only a quarter of the team, and perhaps there were only people from sports that you didn't even know were a part of the games, but they were there. The bogans didn't seem to mind all that much. That's what I love about bogans, warm and friendly and easy to please. "ohh hey look, it's some guy I don't know from some sport I didn't even know existed, can I have your autograph?", and where will that autograph on the minature Australian flag end up when it gets home? Who knows, but it's safe to say it will be sticking out of the Cortina window on the way home. My favourite part was when they started hurling abuse at the olympians that didn't sign their collectors edition Bank West Flags. "Hey Table Tennis guy, sign this.. dick head!"
I decided then to follow the cattle down Swanston street heading towards Fed Square for the big 'After Party', anyone up for a time filler?
Channel 7 Olympic montages, is there anything more painful? I stood there for 10 minutes enduring shameless self-promotion from games commentators like "Australia DOES have talent".. get me a bucket.
After sticking Blu-Tac in my ears and starting on the process of digging my eyes out with a plastic fork I had in my pocket from McDonald's, I paused to see Grant Hackett step up onto the Fed Square stage. Yeah, Grant Hackett.. you know, that 'has been' that used to be good at swimming, the one that was going to win all those gold medals in China.. OHHHH, yes yes.
I think the man standing next to me who was clapping his hands loudly above his head summed it up when he said "Who's this guy, who's this guy?"
After coming to the realisation that I wasn't going to see my favourite Gold Medal winning diver here and naked (you know which one), I decided to head back to work.