Boys are from Mars. Or bars. Whatever, they're strange creatures. Seems there are some strange girls too.
What possesses anyone to want to take turns riding around a 20k mountain bike track in the bush, day and night for 24 hours? It wasn't even for charity. Planet Strange must be quite large; 2,700 people participated, 208 of them did the 24 hr ride solo!
Added to the obvious issue of exhaustion, it was very dry, dusty and 27 degrees during the day. Ben finished a lap in the afternoon red as a beetroot from the exertion in the heat and covered in reddy-brown dust. He'd drunk all his water before the half way mark, had a big stack, landed on his bad back and lost his pump (and that was his first lap). The team went on to get punctures, break chains, have their lights die in the middle of the night etc.
Coldplay was fab. Chris Martin forgot which verse he was singing and said 'Oops!' a couple of times. He also had a bit of difficulty popping a giant gold balloon by diving onto it, but the 'mistakes' made him seem all the more down to earth and lovely. There are some pics on the Triple J site.
As he bounced and gangled his long legs up, down and across the layered stages I wondered whether he was going to face plant! But no, it wasn't he who perfected the art of the choreographed dive that night.
Looking at the crowd, you could easily have thought a soccer game was being played at the Entertainment Centre. Green and gold festooned. Mr Martin flung a socceroos scarf about on stage. The band held it up in unison for the concert finale.
Then it was time for the game. And in the final minute, the dive.
There's not much I can say about that game except that I'm glad I'm not Lucas Neill (poor chap). In the short time since the dive, some lovely pieces of advertising and consumer generated content have popped up. I'm sure there will be more. I hope at least one of them can make Lucas smile.