I saw and listened to the Dalai Lama last Saturday at Princes Park, Carlton. There were several thousand people sprawled across the middle of the oval in the sun and plenty more scattered throughout the grandstands. Mr Lama reminds me so much of Yoda from Star Wars – a small, delicate old man, slightly crooked and wobbly on his feet, a squeeky voice, simple sense of humour, gentle and generous laugh, and very wise.
What i enjoyed the most was the fact that while this famous and dignified character spoke, a bunch of young teenagers continued to kick for goal down one end of the footy oval. I could occassionally hear the thud of Mr. Tom Sherrin hitting the boot and once I heard the warbled and sustained ‘pinnnggggg’ after Tom hit the upper end of the goal post.
Pabulum 