03/08/2026
You’ll always come back to Drive! The Ultimate Test: The Australian cricket team, resplendent in their whites, sprawled across Qantas First Class like overgrown schoolboys let loose in a lolly shop. David Boon’s got a meat pie in one hand and a can of Lemon Solo in the other, while Rod Marsh is using a pavlova as a defensive fielding aid.
Drinks are flying, curry stains are multiplying, and every cricketer’s uniform is starting to look like a Jackson Po***ck canvas. Suddenly, the Qantas 747 does a screeching U-turn mid-air (physics, shmysics!) and lands just so the team can raid the local supermarket for boxes of Drive washing powder.
Back in the air, there’s a slapstick conga line to the restroom, with Boonie timing everyone like it’s a sprint final. Each cricketer takes a turn wrestling with sleeves in the tiny sink, suds flying, elbows knocking, somehow emerging brighter, whiter, and not a speck of gravy in sight. It’s a detergent-fuelled fever dream, utterly bonkers, entirely glorious!
Note the Yves Saint Laurent Qantas cabin crew uniforms (1986–1994): haute couture meets spilled tomato sauce. Back then, Qantas was your international ticket to the world, but for domestic adventures, it was 'Qantas recommends you fly Ansett next time.'
It’s the missing link: the cricketers, now sparkling clean, step off the Qantas flight only to be greeted by an Ansett crew ready to whisk them across the Nullarbor, hopefully without any more airborne pies. The partnership was almost as seamless as a freshly-laundered shirt (cheers, Drive).
📸 Drive
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