Monday, September 28, 2015

Brownlow 15: Nat Fyfe Wins The Chocolates.

Round 16,032. Priddis needs five votes. How will he go? I just had a look at twitter. Oh God. People are actually watching and tweeting about QandA. WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE. THE BROWNLOW IS ON. Back to the vote. Adelaide v West Coast.... No votes to Priddis.

Nat Fyfe has just won the 2015 Brownlow Medal.

He has a broken leg and a walking stick to walk onto stage.

This is him walking onto stage with his walking stick to accept his Brownlow Medal.


He played that final last weekend with a broken leg but as he says to Bruce just now, you walk onto the ground and you're fit enough to play.

And he's a nice guy too. The interview is a bit slow because he is so nice. You can't not like him. He's just told a little story about almost crying when Richo didn't win the Brownlow years ago.

The way he thanks his team mates. "This medal is a friend to all of you." So cool.

Nat Fyfe has Pat Rafter charm and cool. Plays like a beast. Puts it all down to his team mates. What's not to love?

Geez. He's a good guy.

I can't type anything stupid about it.

Good night.

Brownlow 15: We're On The Home Stretch. Blue Lagoon Guy Catching the Guy With the Lips.

Round 20. I'm getting tired but I type on. Dangerfield gets some votes. Dane Swan onto 17. Mitchell onto 23. West Coast game. Lots of pauses.... No votes to Priddis. Three rounds to go. Priddis can still win it.

Michael Barlow does some joke material.

Here's a screen shot.

Michael Barlow doing jokes at the Brownlow, TV and Footy's Night of Nights.
No idea why but Bruce seems to think it's funny.

R15. Read by Daniel Hannebery. This is the round they rigged it for Fyfe not to be suspended. Players on all tables sucking back the Crownies. Who drinks Crownies anyway? But I would if I was at the Brownlow because THAT'S WHAT YOU DO. Priddis gets 2 votes! Onto 27. Needs to get 5 votes in two rounds.


Brownlow 15: Priddis Catching Up and the Obligatory Graham Teasdale Photo.

Obligatory Graham Teasdale photo
Jobe Watson reads R18 very deliberately. This round was the round the AFL world (most of them) showed their support for Adam Goodes. The people who were still booing are racists. Votes. None for Fyfe because his leg had fallen off by this round. Hannebery gets 3 and moves to 22! Priddis onto 23! They need to keep going.

R19 read by Brownlow 2015 winner (according to the poor web admin person who accidentally hit publish), Sam Mitchell. I lost my money on Pendles winning this rounds and rounds ago. Paddy Dangerfield looking comfortable sitting with his ex team mates. Priddis gets 3 votes! 25 to Fyfe's 31.

Who will win it?





Mitch Fifield?


Nat Fyfe?

Most likely.

Brownlow 15: Another Woman Onstage Talking About Footy.

R15. McLaughin' still going like the clappers. Any faster and he'll explode.

Fyfe 10 ahead of Blue Lagoon man and Sam Mitchell. I think Fyfe has won it. The others need to get three votes every round from now on. Impossible.

Now a Matt Priddis montage and an ad break.

R16. I think it's Sam Mitchell talking. He's good at reading. Goldstein on 13. Who put money on him today? Smart people. Waiting for McLaughin pausing at the right bits. Mitchell and Priddis no votes.

Hold on.

Hasn't Fyfe already won it?

I'm bad at maths.

Tayla Harris, another gun footballer, presents mark of the year to Nic Nat.

Here's Tayla.

R17. Crowd quiet. Bored. Fyfe is so far ahead. Priddis gets to 21. Fyfe on 31. Six rounds to go. I'm confused. Press publish, Glenn.

Brownlow 15: Fyfe Ahead By A...HOLD ON IS THAT GRAHAM TEASDALE?

Matt Priddis and his partner watch proceedings from the Perth studio.
R14. Read by Luke Hodge. He punches the cameraman in the face. Matt Priddis doing well but not quite as well as Fyfe. But Fyfe's leg falls off in a couple of rounds. I have a good feeling about Priddis.

And then Graham Teasdale wins the community award!

Nice threads.
R15. Fyfe well ahead. 

Patrick Keane has tweeted that they accidentally published that Sam Mitchell page. They had prepared six of them for the six favourites. 

So move on. 

Nothing to see here.

Brownlow 15: Sam Mitchell is the Talk of the Town.

R10. I've missed a couple of rounds. I'm back on now. Fyfe on 20. Hannebery on 16. Cloke got votes. Yes, Travis Cloke got a best on ground. He has it in him. Oh well. Juddy out of the running because he did his knee this round. Bye Juddy, you annoying vote magnet.

Montage about Nat Fyfe. I get it. He's like a perfect person. Gorgeous blonde locks. Ball magnet. Plays with a broken leg.

The Sam Mitchell leak has made tonight interestinger. He dropped from 11 to 1 down to 3 to 1 in five minutes. Let's watch.

R11. Priddis on 19. Goldstein another supposed favourite only on something like five votes.

R12. Read by Marc Murphy. Straight reading. He would do Pinter well. McLaughin' not slowing down his reading. The girls should sit up straight with those plunging necklines. If you know one, SMS her. You'll be doing her a favour. Sam Mitchell nowhere near the lead. I have a feeling it's just a mistaken publish of one of several pages like that set up by a dumb web developer.

Brownlow 15: All Hail Daisy Pearce, Gun Footballer.

Daisy Pearce. Gun footballer.
Oh wow.

A woman on stage talking about football.

Daisy Pearce.

Gun footballer.

They haven't asked her who or what she's wearing.

She's just talking footy.

First ever female onstage Brownlow role.

Gives Eddy Betts Goal of the Year.


Piss off all this red carpet shit.

I want my girl, Martha to be a gun footballer like Daisy Pearce.

Go footy.

Brownlow 15: LEAK. Sam Mitchell Has Already Won It*.

Sam Mitchell Brownlow 2015 Medalist (image altered)
You can buy a signed jumper by 2015 Brownlow Medalist Sam Mitchell here on the AFL online shit merchandise store.

Another round down and Fyfe gets more votes and we flick over to an ad about some doco channel 7 have made about footballers. It's all a bit drab and serious. It promises 'unprecedented access' with players talking to each other on the field and going surfing and shit. I prefer my footballers to be a mystery. I don't want to hear them speak.

I've gone back to that Sam Mitchell page. It's been taken offline. You'll hear about this quite a bit in the next day or two.

* Probably not.

Brownlow 15: Trent Cotchin's Hair Is Gorgeous.

R4. Read by Pendles. Silky delivery. Weaving through the pack of shit words he's been given to read like slow motion. It's gorgeous to listen to. Votes? I've never heard of Alipate Carlile? Sure he's a thing? Priddis has four votes. Lin Jong got a couple. About eight players equal on six votes. Fyfe isn't leading.

There's a kid interviewing people on the red carpet. He's quite good. They should get him to read the votes.


I won't post a picture. Just close your eyes and think of something wonderful.

R5. Read by Dyson Heppell. Sounds like he's reading a form guide to his bored mum. Pendles gets some votes. I have money on him. Money I will lose. Hannebery got votes. Sam Mitchell got some votes. Ex Carlton players are getting votes all over the place. Fyfe leading with Hannebery on nine.

R6. Read by Joel Selwood. He keeps ducking off mic. Unprofessional. Fyfe onto 11. It's a bit annoying when favourites get votes. It's all so fast. It's like a dream. Everyone is in a hurry. Montage time.

Brownlow 15: I Feel Sorry For My Wife

One Brownlow tradition is my wife, Lucy complaining all night about TV and Sport's Night of Nights. Usually it's "I can't believe they televise this". I like that one but already in a group text she's nailed the Red Carpet with...

"I'm disgusted by it. This shit shouldn't happen in Turnbull's Australia."


And now it's...

"I'm going to do the dishes and clean the bathroom. I can't stand this anymore."

Lucy. It's only been 10 minutes.

R2. Didn't pick up which player is narrating. He sounds like he's pretty new to that whole 'reading' thing. Votes. Dangerfield gets one vote and moves to three. Fyfe gets his first three votes. Goldstein gets one. 

R3. Rad by Fyfe. So much pizzaz in his reading. He is actually jiggling his hips to bring home the dud jokes provided to him. Who writes this shit? "I don't care, I'm a showman," says Fyfe. Pendles moves to three. Judd gets one vote. Definitely will win this Brownlow. 

A swallow got a vote. 

A swallow, yesterday.
I need a drink already.

Brownlow 15: Bugger The Red Carpet. Here's The Big Dance.

"It's a Brownlow count like no other."

It's not. It will be exactly the same as it always is. A man reading votes, montages and blokes getting pissed on Crownies. It starts with James Blunt, rhymes with bunt, singing one of his shit songs.

Gillon McLaughin' calls quorum and away we go.

Fantastic footage of a body builder armor guard guy delivering the votes. He looks like Fabio.


R1. Read by Matt Priddis. He's okay at reading. His hair looks like Fabio tonight. Does he wash it much? Bryce Gibbs getting the first vote for the night. He leads for 0.15 of a second. McLaughin' is fast. I hope he slows down.

You know what he sounds like? The LMCT 717171717117 guy in car dealer radio ads.

No votes for the favourites. And then a montage dedicated to Todd Goldstein. In the misheard lyric of some Black Eyed Peas song, tonight's gonna be a long night.

Brownlow 15: Red Carpet Stupidity.

Apparently the hottest accessory for tonight's ladies is a baby bump.

No shit.

A grown up person said that on air.

The big phrase tonight is 'fashion forward' or as people in fashion call it, FF. I have no idea what it means. Well, it could mean wearing lots of black make up, hot pants under a see through skirt, having a dress made of all the shapes Pythagoras hadn't thought of, or in the blokes' case, a black suit and tie.

Here's Jack Reiwoldt doing his best impersonation of a full forward fashion forward.

There's been too many ads already. I know. This is the time you pay the most for ads because everyone is watching but some red carpet footage would be useful right now.

Quick observations. Jared and Clem McVeigh look stunning. Sorry, I meant hungry. James Bartel is wearing blue. Boo. Nadia Bartel is very perjures. Pendles and Alex Davis are didn't look like they enjoyed their inane interview. The McLachlan brothers are annoying. Oh God. One of them is reading the votes tonight.

Brownlow 15: Here We Go Again.

Dane Swan's lovely partner Taylor Wilson (pic Quinn Rooney, The Age)
So here we are. Another year of Brownlows, TV and Sports' Night of Nights.

It's not all about the ladies. It's about the votes. 

I will talk about the ladies too, I suppose.

I'll be here, typing all night.

Let's go.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

An Unloved Piece About Unloved Food And Music.

Last year I was asked to write something for a glossy magazine. I don't write for glossy magazines anymore. This is probably why.

The brief was to write about music and unloved food. Sure, that's an odd brief. I was quite rusty at writing longer stuff and sometimes what I wrote doesn't make sense.

The nice editor didn't like it because it lacked 'literary structure'.

It didn't get published. That's why I'm publishing it here.

An Unloved Piece About Unloved Food And Music

Let's sing a song about the back of our pantries. Let's sing about those crazy little jars of whathaveyou that just stay and stay. I might need that! When did we buy it? Has it got a date on it? We bought it when we moved in. Kurt Cobain was still alive when we moved in. So is this. Open. Sniff. Okay. That died when the music died. Burn it. Get it miles away from this kitchen.

Most songs you love about food are about nice things like peaches, strawberries and ice cream. Have you seen how many songs there are about ice cream? Enough for months of ice cream headaches.

But there are a few good ones.

There's the intro to Tom Waits' Nighthawks at the Diner when he tells us about after three months on the road to "come back and everything in the refrigerator turns into a science project."

Then there's the depression era classic, "Yes! We have no bananas?", written as a desperate sales pitch by a hapless market guy who ran out of bananas, stuck trying to sell string beans, cabbages, scallions and potatoes instead. He wouldn't have much trouble selling any of these now because they're hip and fashionable. Market guys have had it easy lately. They can even sell brussels sprouts and.... I'm not here to talk about kale.

My anthem of the pantry's unloved is Harry Nilsson's Coconut song. You know the one. That wacky early 70s ditty. You heard it in The Ice Storm and Reservoir Dogs. If you need a refresher, look for it on youtube. Ridiculous video. His band are dressed in ape costumes.

I'll tell you why this is the anthem of the pantry's unloved in a minute or two.

First let's look deeper into the deranged recipe of stupidity and half baked story this song celebrates. 

We start with a brother who goes to the local market to buy a coconut. It's a bargain at a dime. His sister, and good on her for this, buys her own coconut and a lime.

Limes were cheap so good on her, you can't buy too many limes. They pop up in all sorts of recipes, especially when you're not expecting them to. 

What she did next starts a precarious chain of events.

She puts the lime in the coconut and she drank them both up. That's right, she put the lime in the coconut and drank them both up.

She does this again and again.

Here's the problem. She gets greedy. She drinks too much lime in the coconut and gets crook in the guts. So she calls her doctor. It's late. She wakes him up. This is an expensive night call. Nurses on Call hadn't been invented yet.

She says, "Doctor, ain't there nothin I can take to relieve this belly ache?" The poor doctor asks her to repeat herself. She does. Several times.

"Now let me get this straight," he enquires. "You put all that lime in the coconut and you drank them both up." He says this several times because this is a song.

People repeat themselves a lot in songs.

"Yes. Yes I did. And now I have a belly ache. What on earth do I do, Doc? Ain't there nothing I can take to relieve this belly ache?"

She asks this again to make sure he's listening, and because this is a song.

So far, everything makes sense - a fairly normal health query of which most of us are in and out before we can find our Medicare cards.

But here's where the song takes a strange turn.

The doctor's prescription? Drink even more lime in coconut.

Much against current medical opinion, he tells her to, "put the lime in the coconut and you'll feel better," and if pain persists, "call me in the morning." Ridiculous.

What happens next? Of course the brother and the sister drink lime in the coconut deep into the night.

It's a lime in the coconutbender of superb proportions. It gets ugly. The brother gets sick. He calls the doctor. Doctor says sink more lime and coconutand well, you know the rest. Everyone gets very very sick.

In the morning they call their doctor. Unbelievably, he prescribes more lime in the coconut.

I suspect this doctor has since been deregistered.

So here's why I think of this song when I think of all those forgotten things way back in the pantry.

Thai cooking.

I always hum this when I'm cooking Thai and there's never a can of coconut cream in the back of the pantry when you you need it. But you can always rely on the ghosts of past Thai disasters to occupy the back half of at least three of your innermost pantry shelves.

Palm sugar: Everyone's got a big block of this somewhere hanging around their pantry. Recipes ask a lot from us when they ask us to shave two tablespoons of the stuff. And ask yourself. When did you buy that block you got? Yes, Kurt was still alive back then.

Dried red shrimp: Actually essential if you want to nail a great thai curry but open that stinky jar at your own peril.

Belacan powder: A dried and roasted red shrimp powder I've had in my pantry for an embarrassingly long time. Worse stink than dried red shrimp. I've used my belacan powder twice. Most times when you open the jar, it's like that end scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when they open the Ark. Facemeltingly stinky.

A shrivelled up piece of galanga: Nothing terribly wrong about this other than it just looks disturbing.

Tumeric powder: I know it's useful, but is there a reason why there's four different jars of the stuff in your pantry? If you don't believe me, go now and count them. You will be surprised.

I really need to clean my kitchen. Maybe you do too.

Make sure you throw out that shrimp paste lurking in the side door of the fridge. It turned years ago. One teaspoon of the stuff in your red next duck curry and you might need to call a doctor. But not the doctor from that song.

 He's dangerous.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Shark Hump Whale Feeding Frenzy: One Of The Greatest Press Releases You'll Ever Read.

A shark yesterday.
This fantastic press release was sent out to media earlier in the week.

I don't know much about Ric D.T Wilson, the bloke who wrote it but I do know he has written a book which you can buy here on Abe Books and here at Amazon.



Shark patrol flight for Wednesday to gather intelligence on shark numbers and types off the Victorian coastline discovered the following. 

Images taken. 

Rye surf beach 38'2458 and 144'4770 GPS co-ordinates. 

8 metre adult Humpback whale being flayed apart by at least 2-3 juvenile Great White sharks around at least 3 metres in length. 

What attracted me to the site was the oily slick (blubber and offal) reaching to the surf zone where surfing operations were being conducted. 

There was a possibility that someone may have been coated with this oily substance. 

Seabirds were also in on the act amidst a giant tail floating lifeless on the surface amidst the carnage of this once majestic creature being systematically disemboweled. 

Between now and Christmas this is the dangerous time for Great Whites in our water ways including both bays. 

The new year will then usher in the Whaler sharks. 

With hundreds missing off these dangerous beaches during the past 50-60 years (including Harold Holt former PM) the public should be reminded about not being complacent. 

Play it safe whilst out in the water and note the changes taking place in our enviroment as whale numbers increase along with these protected Great White sharks - the main reason whales strand in valiant attempts to get away from being hunted and torn apart. 

I have video evidence on this from Queensland. 

NOTE: Ref my 2003 book THE S FILES OPEN JAWS CLOSED MINDS.  98369452 or 041-2037452.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Brownlow 14: And The Winner Is...That Guy From The Blue Lagoon.

Please Be Upstanding For The Winner Of The 2014 Brownlow Medal.
Last Round: Priddis has won it. Now we're going to see if he shares it. No. He gets more votes and wins outright. Beats Fyfe. At the TAB he paid $41. See. Betting on the Brownlow is a mug's game.

The AFL and the city councils of Australia breath a huge sigh of relief.

We have avoided a riot.

The text messages I'm receiving are unkind to the result.

Now let's find out who this Matt Priddis is.

He seems nice, almost sounds embarrassed to win it. He shouldn't.

Though I suspect it's not a popular result.

Brownlow 14: This Brownlow Will Break Twitter.

Twitter right now.
Round 21: Nathan Jones the reader. Solid performance. Buddy kicks nine this game. He gets the three votes. He's on 20. Not enough. Selwood gets nowt. No votes to Priddis.

Round 22: Riewoldt reads again. He does something interesting with his hands. I don't know what it is. Maybe holding a small animal. Pendles on 16. Selwood can't win. See? Outright favourites never have a chance. Buddy can't win because they rested him in the last round. 22 votes.

"Gill, you are a tease." - Bruce McAvaney.

Fyfe is ahead.

Priddis has won it with one less vote.

Twitter is about to melt with anger.

Brownlow 14: Matt Who?

Tweet of the night.
Round 18: Nick Reiwoldt is good at reading. Hymie still too fast. This proves him as a failure as an AFL boss. Dangerfield is on lots of votes.

Round 19: Gary Ablett reads this round. I'm scared this reading will earn him votes. Selwood moves to 18. I don't think he has enough. Priddis equal second 21. AWKWARD. DISQUALIFIED FYFE HAS HIT THE LEAD. I'm worried for the SEN producers who have to field all the "THEY SHOULD CHANGE THE BROWNLOW" calls they're going to get.

Matt Priddis might win the Brownlow.

"Matt who?" Australia asks.

Lucy has sent a text from bed complaining about how boring the Brownlow is.

Round 20: Another favourite, Jordan Lewis gets his 7th. Selwood 19. Fyfe on 25, up by 1. Priddis on 24.

Bruce interviews Matt Priddis to show us what Matt Priddis looks like.

Brownlow 14: The Viewers Who Contribute To The Channel 7 App Percentages Are Stupid.

I was looking for a photo of sand to make the last sentence of this update work. I found this. It's excellent.

First with the Lifeborker Mark of the Year. That was a typo. A great typo. Thank you typo gods. Uninteresting interview with the winner, Chad Wingard. I can't remember this happening before. A waste of time. Get on with it.

Ablett on 22. Kennedy on 17. Dangerfield on 15. Buddy on 15. I have money on Buddy! I will be rich! $5 at 20/1.... I will be a hundredaire!

Round 16: Did I say earlier that Kennedy won't win it? I could be wrong. He's on 17. Ablett has conceded defeat.

Round 17: Jarrad McVeigh's reading is rural drawl. I like it. Will Minson gets his one vote for the year. Selwood moves to 15. Cotchin on 13. Dangerfield on 18. Fyfe on 20. Kennedy on 20.

63% of the viewers on the channel 7 app still think Ablett will win it.

100% of people who download and contribute to the stats on that app are as stupid as sand.

Brownlow 14: Gary Ablett Junior Hasn't Got Enough To Win Tonight.

Not tonight, Jr. (well, maybe they'll rig it so he does. Who knows.)
"Without the community, AFL is just another sport, battling for market share." - Winner of the Jim Stynes good guy award, Beau Waters.

Okay then.

Round 13: Travis Cloke gets three votes so we can look at his haircut again. Hymie has stepped up the pace to disclaimer on a car dealer radio ad speed. "LMCT 71717171 votes" I couldn't understand a word he said. Everyone on twitter wants him to slow down. But he doesn't read twitter because, would you read twitter if everyone hated everything you do?

Round 14: Callan Ward reads. He's not the best reader tonight but he's doing his best. He says "undies" and nobody laughs. Pendles onto 10. Boak on 14. Another favorite, Heppel on five.

Round 15: Pre haircut Trent Cotchin is reading. Gorgeous timing. Gorgeous hair. Ablett gets his last votes. 22. It won't be enough. Five players got 22 or over last year.

Dean Bailey and Tom Hafey tribute. I might have a little break while I weep. I loved Tommy.