You know nobody loves you more than your Auntie Pav. But I tell you what.
It doesn't matter that you have a local ABC radio station: if some of
the people on it are insufferable self-identified big frogs in a little puddle, then that's just not quality radio.
It doesn't matter how many brilliantly gifted local artists and musicians you have: they can't sustain their work, much less develop it, if you keep cutting the arts funding, which undermines infrastructures and destabilises long-term planning.
It doesn't matter how many great festivals and events you hold: if
you have no faith at all in the homegrown talent, then that sends a
really terrible message to anyone who might be thinking about coming
here for them. If we think so little of ourselves, why should anyone
else be bothered?
And it doesn't matter how many funky little red, white and chrome cafes and sushi bars and baguette joints you cram into the CBD: as long as you start closing them and everything else up around 3.30 pm*, you'll never be more than a small provincial city. Really you won't.
Lots of love,
PS: as with ethnic jokes and blonde jokes, the only people who are allowed to diss Adelaide are those who live here. Any comment deemed unacceptable will be removed.
*This is not an exaggeration
In which the pond discovers Baxendale is quiet on oppression, and prattling Polonius feels oppressed ... - Others have observed the recent war going down amongst the more vicious and repetitive and simple-minded reptiles, as in Meade *here* ... *...Lisa Oldfie...
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