Music

Had odd urges with music lately. Yesterday I just had to listen to late-60s/early-70s Elvis (In the Ghetto, Suspicious Minds, Always on My Mind etc). Today, I felt that I'd struggle without some Midnight Oil.

Christ, I even had Rick Springfield on before, and rocked out.

Please send help.

Stupid people

By christ some people are stupid.

Just had to get that off my chest.

Henry's first e-mail

It seems young Henry sent me his first ever e-mail the other day from his mum's laptop (which, no doubt was left covered in drool, honestly it's like getting slimed out of Ghostbusters).

"VCB NGHHH NB GBGCGD C FG HVC

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love henry"

Tasmanian Tigers, We're A Victory Machine!

They should bring that little ditty back, far more appropriate now we're top of the table and hosting the final!

I'm calling it now, Tassie to win the shield! Bugger it! Essendon to win the flag this year as well!

No I'm not getting carried away. It will happen, I feel it in my water!

Watch for Jaques to get a pair, Paine to get 300 and the New South Welshman get a run in the next test team.

Here's hoping the Hilfenstud will do the business as well. And I'd like to see Clingeleffer do the job and remind the selectors that he's the best keeper in the country and should be playing every game.

A sweet victory

Thank god the Blue Team finally won. The look on Moanalitta's face was priceless.

I noticed her mouth agape as she noted Laura's weight loss, and was wondering how many Mars Bars would fit in there.

I'm wagering at least eleven or twelve.

Keating in retirement

The interview with Paul Keating with Elenor Hall last Monday is well worth a read, if only as a tragic reminder of the dearth of classy insults in politics today, where a chubby private school dust monitor like Costello seems to pass as ‘witty’:

“Oh, look, it's just Howard being Howard, isn't it, you know. The little desiccated coconut's under pressure and he's attacking anything he can get his hands on. I mean, look, Brian Burke and Julian Grill, they're the Arthur Daley and Terry of the Western Australian Labor Party, you know. They're like the wallpaper over there. You can't visit Perth without running into them, you know.

Well, the thing about poor old Costello, he's all tip and no iceberg, you know. He (laughs), you know, he can throw a punch across the parliament, but the bloke he should be throwing the punch to is Howard. Of course, he doesn't have the ticker for it. Now, he's now been treasurer for 11 years, the old coconut's still sitting there, araldited to the seat, and, you know, the Treasurer works on the smart quips, but when it comes to staring down the Prime Minister in his office, he always leaves disappointed, you know, he never gets the sword out. You know, you know the thing 'I'll huff and puff and blow your house in', that's Costello (laughs).

Look, for John Howard to get to any high moral ground he would have to first climb out of the volcanic hole he's dug for himself over the last decade. You know, it's like one of those deep diamond mined holes in South Africa, you know, they're about a mile underground. He'd have to come a mile up to get to even equilibrium, let alone have any contest in morality with Kevin Rudd.”