It was 1989.
The annual dancing festival was underway at Suncorp Stadium and raising money for the S.P.C.A, the Hospice, M.N.D, Cancer, Dog rescue and Kids can. The day had been going smoothly until a shriek arouse from the bustling crowd; "Help! Help! Help!" She cried, "my handbag is broken!" She sobbed, tears streaming down her desert like face. Scorched red by her salty tears. "Don't worry!" screamed a terribly enfuriated official, "there is nothing to worry about, we know what the problem is and it will be easily fixed." So, that happened to be the first drama of the day.
The rest of the day was very calm as customers endulged themselves in the exotic Hawaiian coconuts and fruity goodness. Crispy bread rolls with warming flavours streamin through them. Just to top it off, they got $50 rides with N.Z F1 champion Scott Dixon on a double hot lap around one of the racing tracks. They reached exhilerating speeds of over 400kmph and where screeching around corners making rubber marks all over the freshly made track which will never come off. Oooooh that smell of burning rubber!
That night, when all was quiet and still, there was an annonymise figure slipping from shadow to shadow in the dusty crevices.
The annual dancing festival was underway at Suncorp Stadium and raising money for the S.P.C.A, the Hospice, M.N.D, Cancer, Dog rescue and Kids can. The day had been going smoothly until a shriek arouse from the bustling crowd; "Help! Help! Help!" She cried, "my handbag is broken!" She sobbed, tears streaming down her desert like face. Scorched red by her salty tears. "Don't worry!" screamed a terribly enfuriated official, "there is nothing to worry about, we know what the problem is and it will be easily fixed." So, that happened to be the first drama of the day.
The rest of the day was very calm as customers endulged themselves in the exotic Hawaiian coconuts and fruity goodness. Crispy bread rolls with warming flavours streamin through them. Just to top it off, they got $50 rides with N.Z F1 champion Scott Dixon on a double hot lap around one of the racing tracks. They reached exhilerating speeds of over 400kmph and where screeching around corners making rubber marks all over the freshly made track which will never come off. Oooooh that smell of burning rubber!
That night, when all was quiet and still, there was an annonymise figure slipping from shadow to shadow in the dusty crevices.