The Skywheel is back, sans the seat pods as yet, but they're working on it. If you look closely you can see a workman attached to the frame (near 5 o'clock). Although I've only been on the wheel once and don't plan to go on it again, it's a very engaging sight at night with its multicoloured laser light display against the city backdrop.
The wheel is back in town for the Moomba Waterfest, which is on next weekend. I love Moomba...in the way that you love things that are daggy and cheesy and sort of pointless. I love it even more since it was revealed that rather than being an Aboriginal word meaning 'let's get together and have fun', its actual meaning is closer to er...'up your bum'. Bahaha. How can you not love it?
Pair of eeejits
I went to the movies tonight. We walked into the cinema and sat down and soon the movie started. Ralph Fiennes appeared on screen after the word 'Germany' and a date. My friend said, "Are we in the right cinema?".
We weren't. We were there to see Gran Torino. Not set in Germany at all. Bahaha. We skulked out and found the right cinema just in time for the start. (Gran Torino is excellent by the way, although had I been watching it at home on my own I would have sooked my head off. The dog on the front steps at the end...it really got me and I couldn't talk for about five minutes after we left for the massive, hurty lump in my throat).