Was pretty bad. People swinging around with poles up their arses in some sort of bizarre testament to 'Vlad the Impaler' while Powderfinger pay homage to ACDC. Then the Premiership cup arrives sliding down a rope with sparklers tied to it.
I was fervently hoping something would go wrong so that I could at least guffaw, but alas was just left with my mouth hanging open. Back to the fridge for another beer.
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