Glenelg

 Another place Sarah wanted to see was Glenelg, a beachside village. 

The easy way there is by light rail. They call it a tram here, but it looks less like the retro trams in Christchurch, than the light rail of Sydney. 

The stop was just around the corner from Adelaide Central Market, so off we go. The tram goes all the way to Glenelg about every 10 minutes. Perfect. 

Sarah wants to stay here if we come back to Adelaide. 

To be fair, though, I was looking for the Ferris wheel. 

Who knew that it only comes out in the summer?

Bugger. 

On the tram ride back, there were a collection of teen drop-kicks, deep in conversation about what meds they take and how they get them. Some from soft cock doctors  some online  as long as they get to dial out of realty. Poor wee possums.

After we’d escaped that brain-atrophying experience, we popped into one of the shopping centres off Rundle Mall.

This was the first thing I saw:

It’s a net so that those teen wannabe victims can’t convince themselves that they are Spider-Man, after too many ADHD gummies  

I say that the fishermen could find a more productive use for that net. A better investment would be a mop and bucket on the ground floor.

Fuckwits!!

Too harsh?