A man had great tickets for the Grand Final.
As he sits down, another man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to him. "No",he says. "The seat is empty".
This is incredible!" said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Grand Final, the biggest sporting event in Victoria, and not use it?"
He says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. My wife was supposed to come with me, but she passed away. This is the first Grand Final we haven't been to together since we got married."
"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbour
to take the seat?"
The man shakes his head. "No. They're all at the funeral."
if the joke started with "a man had grand stand tickets at Bathurst" then the joke would probably mean more to me![]()
Now for a prayer...
To our god, who art made in Adelaide. Holden be thy name. Thy legends come, and championships won, on circuits as it is on Mount Panorama. Give us this day our daily grunt, and forgive us our burnouts, as we forgive those who choose to drive fords. Lead us into temptation, and deliver us a V8. For thine is the spirit, the power, and the glory are yours, now and for ever.
HOLDEN!