Hottie and the Nottie
This says it all really
First One Dayer today. Up against the Bangles. Not what you might call a thrilling match, though it was more notable for who was missing from the Aussie lineup than for the on field play. The raggy headed freak once again upset those of a certain temperament for having the temerity to miss a team meeting to discuss tactics against the ultimate of cricketing world minnows. Possibly it could be less important to be competing against the US team, or perhaps Canada, but not much. Seriously, what could they say in a meeting that could be at all important against a team like Bangladesh?
“Ok you batsmen, go out and score as many runs as you can in 50 overs, and then the bowlers have to get the ten wickets and we can all get an early round in at Royal Darwin before dinner.”
Then the bar opens. Seriously, I know the team has to beat up the most lopsided competition in cricket so that a few misguided souls will part with some of their hard earned to come watch, but come on. Lets get a bit of reality here. This series is a warm up. I like to think of it as the first fifteen playing against the under 15 hockey team so they can warm up for the main draw later in the season. Knock a bit of the winter rust off and get the feet moving again. It is already decided before they take the stumps down to the wicket, the only interest is how long the Bangles will survive and how many runs Australia will score.
If they were serious about this game, do you honestly think that Punter, Haydos, The undie salesman et al, would have booked tee time on the day? No, neither I. So lets put things into perspective and give Symonds a well deserved rap across the knuckles for missing some pissants ant hill inspirational meeting and let the bugger get out on the field and entertain the punters who have coughed up to watch the game. Believe it or not, they didn’t come along from far and wide to see Peter Porkie Parker waddle around square leg, they came to see the likes of Hayden and Symonds knocking a little white ball a hell of a long way.
I’m over in WA for work at the moment and thought I would jot down a few thoughts concerning the World’s most distant Capital City.
1. It takes a hell of a long time to get here.
2. Pubs lack pokies so you can be forced to resort to conversation with the bar flies in attendance, to varying levels of comfort.
3. It is an odd feeling to head West to go see the Seaside.
4. Pubs are bloody bandits when it comes to charging for drinks.
5. It’s a nice place, but feels old. As though development stopped sometime around 1976 and hasn’t got around to starting up again.
6. You’d make a fortune if you served a decent coffee in this town. The line would travel around the block three times.
7. Lots of Moslems in the bit that I am in. No problem with that at all, but you notice them more over here for some reason.
8. Talk radio is EXACTLY the same.
9. Strange things are very expensive over here. I saw a sign for a barbecued chicken place for a chook for $19 as though it was a super special.
10. Feels a bit like Brisbane, but also different. Hard to discern and decide what the differences are, but they are there.
11. Trains are short and tend to be jam packed. Put another carriage on for God’s sake and stop the whole sardine act.
12. Whilst the coffee is execrable the service has been excellent so far. Admittedly, I am not too sure I want to push it too far in case I have been lucky enough to find the two or three truly great cafe’s in Perth for service.
13. Shopping centres are shopping centres are shopping centres.
14. Hotel room coffee redefines execrable.
15. The two hour time difference is pretty easy to overcome, in fact it is probably much harder for my colleagues in the East to manage. They won’t call me at 6in the morning when they come to work, but have to wait around for my calls in the afternoon up to seven or eight at night.
Rumbled across this absolute classic the other day and just had to put it up here. Thats right, The whitest band in the world, Journey singing the all time white boy anthem.
Saw this on the Bolta and had to steal it.
Especially for my mate Matty boy, languishing in the UK.
For those that haven’t been to the Top End of Australia, the Northern Territory is an odd place. Kind of like Wild West USA, but more drinking. Not for nothing do Territorians hold the world record for Alcohol consumption per person. But despite this, they do tend to be the kind of rough down to earth people that Clint or the Duke may have aspired to be like.
So how to explain the inexplicable number of UFO sightings of late up in the Top End? Well its inexplicable, you goose, so you you can’t explain it.
A far more important question is how you factor in the carbon output of ET and his mates? That is what I really want to know. What is their carbon footprint and what are THEY doing to reduce their impact on the environment. It just makes you sick, I mean they may as well be denialists.
Saw this on Mitchieville and had to steal it.
And just so you don’t think I have gone all fluffy wuffy and gone over to the dark side of Cat blogging.
Don’t remember where I found this one but it tickled my funny bone as well
Its everybody’s favorite murderous shit eating monkey that sells tshirts to impressionable middle class white kids. Insert your favorite slogan in comments so I can put them on tshirts and sell them for beer tickets.
As I struggle to find a new job. Now more than ever I wish people hadn’t been stupid enough to elect an ALP government.
Phil Gutis …”And perhaps some scientists are coming out against the idea that humankind has warmed the planet and continues to spew increasing pollutants into our atmosphere. If so, they are awful quiet about their challenge. Perhaps they should post their arguments here and let NRDC’s real climate experts take them on.
Phil still can’t sit down. Unfortunately for both him and his warmenista colleagues, along came the smack down. Like watching a slow motion video of a train running over a squirrel, but much much funnier.