I'm old. Yes, I do have to state the bleedingly obvious as it happens because I work in an industry where every assessment requires a criteria. So here is the official criteria for what an old person would do at the Ekka as opposed to someone not aged-challenged. A young person spends a good part of the day and the equivalent of the deposit on a house on rides in sideshow alley. An old person stops in sideshow alley only long enough to talk to the beefed up firemen selling calendars. Young people don't use calendars. That's why god invented phones. Old people give up after one dagwood dog. Old people spend more time looking at cakes than they do in the Cattlemen's Bar. Old people watch cooking demonstrations and eat free food samples in the Woolworths pavilion. They are home before the young people arrive for the night time activities. Young people buy silly wigs and glasses and hats. The only accessories bought for old people are for their dogs. Yep, I'm old. So old I ate a strawberry and not a sundae. So old I had to head home for a nap mid afternoon. But the Ekka is full of characters and we can enjoy it any way we like, right?
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