Wednesday, 19 November 2008

The Truth Shall Make You Fere

Hi S,A and C. I am really looking forwards to visiting you in December! I have been saving up a number of stories to tell you and I need to be thrashed with Trivial Pursuit. However I have a confession to make. I’ll be taking a small detour before I drop by and say hi. A detour through Gelantipy, Merimbula, Parkes and Beechworth. If you want to catch up with me at any spot other than Canberra or Yarrawonga, give me a buzz and I’ll give you the contact details of where I will be staying. I hope you don’t mind... I’ve always wanted to see McKillops Bridge and The Dish. ... I can always change the itenery... ... um... er...

Monday, 17 November 2008

Writing Month

Not only is it National Story Writing Month, but it is also National Blog Writing Month. Or so I hear. Can you write a blog a day for all of November, I certainly can not. Plus I’ve missed 15 days.

I had fun in the first week of November. First there was the Spring Racing Carnival where horses run around in circles and people wear weird clothes and get drunk and throw-up all over other people’s shoes on the trains home.

My horse came last which is excelent! It is a long running tradition.

I just don’t understand why women wear high heel shoes when they can not either balance or walk in them. Do people practice walking in heels? Oh well, just another mystery of life.

Then there was a certain election somewhere. I spent the entire afternoon watching two news websites watching the states turn either blue or red, it was fun. Then I got to listen to the speeches of defeat and victory. I tell you what, they were both very very impressive. A lot better than the speeches our oz pollies do.

But what I thought was interesting was how after voting the Americans did not want to go to work. They wanted to party and watch the count. Which is what we do here.

I love our system where we vote on a Saturday (or is it a Sunday, I cant remember) there is always a BBQ whilst you are waiting. Or a craft stall, raising money for a local school or scouts group or something. And then people go home and catch up with friends and family. And at the closing of the poles you put the count up on the telly.

I also like how it is compulsory to turn up on voting day. To me I think it is a democratic duty. However it is your democratic right to vote for Donald Duck.

Thursday, 13 November 2008

Its Bad Luck to be Superstitious

My friend Chantell taught me another superstition. Though this one I think I can use to my advantage. Lets see if this works:

We've got the Power to win
Power to rule
Come on, Port Adelaide aggression

We're the pride of South Australia
The mighty Adelaide Crows.
We're courageous, stronger, and faster
And respected by our foes

We are the Navy Blues
We are the old dark navy Blues
We’re the team that never lets you down
We’re the only team all Carlton knows.

See the Bombers fly up, up!
To win the premiership flag,
Our boys who play this grand old game,
Are always striving for glory and fame!

Cheer; cheer the red and the white,
Honor the name by day and by night,
Lift that noble banner high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky

Freo Way to Go
Hit Em Real Hard
Send Them Down Below
Freo Give em The Old Heave-Ho
We Are the Freo Dockers

We're a happy team at Hawthorn
We're the Mighty Fighting Hawks.
We love our Club, and we play to win,
Riding the bumps with a grin (at Hawthorn)

We're the Eagles, the West Coast Eagles
And we're here to show you why
We're the big birds, kings of the big game
We're the Eagles, we're flying high

So join in the chorus and sing it one and all,
Join in the chorus; North Melbourne's on the ball.

It’s a grand old flag
It’s a high flying flag
It’s the emblem for me and for you
It’s the emblem of the team we love
The team of the red and the blue

We are Geelong, the greatest team of all,
We are Geelong; we’re always on the ball,

Oh when the Saints, go marching in,
Oh when the Saints go marching in,
Oh how I want to be with St Kilda.
When the Saints go marching in!

We are the pride of Brisbane town,
We wear maroon, blue and gold.
We will always fight for victory,
Like Fitzroy, and Bears of old.

Sons of the West
Red,white and blue
We come out snarling
Bulldogs through and through

Good old Collingwood forever,
We know how to play the game.
Side by side we stick together,
To uphold The Magpies name.

Monday, 3 November 2008


Sometimes things just work perfectly. An art gallery used for music and theatre. A band fills up two corners and the middle of the floor. The audience is standing around. I am there, in a corner which is lit okay, near the bar, behind some people and one or two people behind me.

The band finishes, the crowd applauds, the band starts to pack up, and gently cutting through the noice like a hot knife through icecream

"I love Melbourne."

The audience turns. Their entire focus on me.

"...I love the buildings, the streets, the parks, the theatres, the people, the stadiums, the universities, the churches and the festivals. I love the glass windows of the skyscrapers reflecting the peaceful sky. Their shapes a mosaic against the never ending blue..."


It is raining, I am trying to compose a post about something that someone once said to me, but it is getting bigger than Ben-Hur. I almost have the cast and the fifty piece symphonic orchestra and the crew, just missing a few odds and ends. Hopefully it will get a smile or two.


Q: How do you get down from an elephant?
A: You don't. You get down from a duck.