The EKKA is in town and Samantha and I will be prowling about there tomorrow or the day after to complete an important reconnaissance mission. For those of you scratching your head, the EKKA is the nickname for Brisbane’s ‘Exhibition’, originally conceived as a kind of country-meets-town fair in order for folks out west to exhibit their produce and livestock. Whilst its original purpose is still attended to, many go to the EKKA to sample grievous fast food and nauseating carnival rides.
As kids, my father approached the EKKA with extreme militancy. The routine would invariably schedule all the good stuff last therefore inducing us children to behave. After making a desultory attempt to admire some cows and pigs and giant walls of fruit and veg, finally we would be unleashed on sideshow alley. The day would conclude with browsing around the sample bag pavilion to purchase our allotted ‘three bag’ limit. I remember feeling like it was the biggest decision of my life.
This year I'm dusting off the stealth cameras to document the day. If you’re so inclined, orchestrate a photographic challenge for me. I'm prepared to subject myself to all manner of humiliation for your entertainment so be sure to check back. Time for some shits and giggles. Consider me at your service.