Anyone with a vaguely worthwhile life would most likely have been blissfully ignorant of the existence of Ajay Rochester, a strange loud orange-skinned blonde-haired woman best known for pleading guilty to welfare fraud and reality TV weight loss perennial status.
But last night she and her friend Mardi Croke of Queanbeyan kicked off a sustained half hour kicking of Canberra on international television.
And to follow up what is beginning to look suspiciously like a well-orchestrated Ajay Rochester publicity campaign she’s now blogged what she really thinks about people us:
Here’s my comment: Canberra get a life, get over yourselves, get a sense of humor and hey, at least people are talking about you – which they weren’t last week. If you can’t see that it was a spontaneous, spur of the moment comedy banter with the man who WILL succeed David Letterman then you are even dumber and more backwater bred than I thought just one day ago. I wasn’t aware that Canberra was governed by a communist doctrine denying anyone the right to his or her own opinion.
The fact that this has become news just PROVES how quiet Canberra really is (cue the crickets), because the news here in LA is the poor economy that just can’t seem to recover, earthquakes happening around the world and if LA will be next, a shooting at USC, the tragic shooting of Trayvon Martin and the possible arrest of the man who has had nearly 2 months of freedom after committing what will surely amount to a murder charge and whether or not Obama will serve another term. Canberra who? Where? What????
Seriously, I’ve been to Canberra quite a few times and it has some excellent qualities. I remember with great fondness my friend hanging from the Freefall exhibit at Questacon, the science museum and me almost peeing my pants as she hung there refusing to let got for about ten minutes while a line of disgruntled children chanted for her to please just let go….that was a highlight. I remember loving Canberra’s greatest ever talent, David Branson, like no other man in my life, may he rest in peace. I also remember with fondness the exit sign at the freeway heading back to Sydney, my own very much loved home.
Canberra, I’m sure you could don your white sheets and run me, Guy Pearce, Craig Ferguson and Mardi out of your town the next time we are there, but really, if you REALLY want to look like the sophisticated town you CLAIM/ want to be, then see this for what it is – a brief moment in time where a tired old cliché that Canberra is boring was used to make JOKES! That’s all, along with “my wife” and “knock knock” jokes. Have a little class and laugh at yourself because no one likes to be dictated to, least of all the American people – the majority of who watched the show that went to air.
And in finishing I would like to quote from a great comment I read on the internet earlier today, ” Someone should put a fence around Canberra and let The Hunger Games begin!”
Let’s not make a Black Mountain Tower out of a toothpick!
Thank you and good night!
Having lived in London and spent a bit of time in many other major cityies I really can’t see any of them laughing this stuff off.
Heck if you’d substituted “Beijing” for “Canberra” the US embassy would have burned down by now.
