Here's a Gary winning a Brownlow photo we prepared earlier.
Joel Selwood doesn't duck Bruce's questions. He reckons Gary Jr will win. He would say that.
Round 23. Greg Williams again. I'm not sure how popular a winner Joel Selwood will be. He's an amazing player. Looking at his stats today he has to win it. But people don't like his ducking. Screen on the big three. Swan drinking. The other two aren't. Swan is wearing a MASSIVE watch. He takes another swig. Geelong votes. No votes to Selwood!!!
Collingwood game. Pendles 2. Someone in the crowd yells "Fuck you!" It wasn't me. No votes to Dane Swan. Gary gets 3 to win the Brownlow by one vote over Joel Selwood and Dane Swan.
The crowd doesn't sound ecstatic.
"Joel deserves it just as much as I do." Gary Ablett jr says he's 'shattered' to win it.
"In my opinion my dad is the best player to have played the game."
I missed the Round 21 montage because I was out getting a biscuit. I just spilt a drink. But I must type in this puddle. This is the dedication I show to you, the reader. Kurt Tippet just got his second vote. Andy D reading slowly for effect. Swan gets one vote against Hawthorn in a loss. Selwood ducks into the lead on 27. Umpires love him.
Round 22 by Simon Black. A serviceable read. No votes to Ablett. Geelong. Selwood should get some. But he doesn't! Now to the Collingwood game.... Collingwood. Pendles 1 vote. Swan 2 votes! Josh Thomas gets 3 votes. I like Josh Thomas. Good player. Bit of an annoying accent but.
I've been running with that joke all year.
My each way bet for Swan looks like it might come through.
Round 19 is commentated by Greg Williams. He is not the best reader tonight. He's doing his best though. This was the week my pies were beaten by one of those new teams. No votes to Swan this time. Buddy gets his 5th vote. I'm wrong. Swan gets 3. Moves to 21. I'm getting a little excited. Selwood also ducks into 21.
Round 20 and Woewodin is reading again. Remember when he won a Brownlow? This game against Essington I think Swan gets lots of votes. This could get interesting. Well, it's the Brownlow, an aggressively uninteresting affair.
Come on Swannnnnie.... No votes.
Ablett still up by 4 over Hannebery, Selwood and Swannnnnnie.
Twitter tells me that David Suzuki is on QandA.
And you thought the Brownlow was the most boring thing on television?
Channel 7 probably have the world's worst comedy writers working for them. Not probably. Definitely. They just had this thing with footage of a spaceman saying that Aussie Rules players jump very high. No. You didn't just have to be there. It wasn't funny.
Round 16 and Michael Voss is back. It's so good that Chris Judd is still only on 5 votes. It feels like something is right with the world. It's been ages since Gary Jr has got a vote. Now moves to 21. Selwood moves to 16. Swan on 18.
Round 17 by Kelvin Templeton. Butter milk smooth delivery. Very impressive. Now to votes. Dustin Martin on 13. He's not drinking. He doesn't even look 'troubled'. Andy D is slowing down votes for effect. Selwood on 18. Hannebery on 21. Gary on 24.
Lingy missed his cue and interrupted Andy D for another boring interview. This time with Selwood. No need to duck Lingy's dull and inoffensive questions.
Dipper back when the newspapers thought he was a racist.
Now Dipper is hosting a dinner party for Brownlow medalists. Part My Kitchen Rules, part Godfather 3, it's very awkward TV. Channel 7 and AFL doing their best to revive his media career after that racist thing.
Zac Smith gets the Do Gooders Award. "You can't write that Peters!" you cry. I did. Only because you were all thinking it.
Round 13 hosted by Shane Woewodin. He won a Brownlow once. Anyway. No votes to Hannebery or Ablett. Round 14 and Peter Moore is back. Moore-some. I'm losing hope that Dane Swan will get even a place in this thing. Ablett not any votes for two rounds.
Now for fellow Boxcutter, Dave Lawson and that Adam Zwar guy doing the funny bits of the year. The funny bit with Bruce McAvaney running across a football field was indeed, a funny bit.
Round 15 by Brian Gleeson. He won it in 1957. He looks angry but sounds kind. Swallow moves to 14. Jack to 11 and Trent Cotchin still has nice hair. Selwood ducks his head to 14. Dane Swan equal 4th on 16. I need him to come third to win my Brownlow money back.
Andrew Agassi commentates the montage about this year's retired players. I feel touched. In a good way of course. Look. It was weird.
Round 11. Why is Dippa doing another one? Still can't understand a word he's saying. Joel Selwood is on 11. Dan Hannebery and Gary Jr are both on 18. Far ahead. Dane Swan gets to 10. Pendles on 9.
Round 12. Bucks again. I don't like this doubling up of the montage commentaries. It's unprofessional. Bad form Channel 7. Bad form. Luke Hodge up there-ish on 11. Dangerfield on 16. Ablett on 20. This is getting ridiculous. Pendles on 11. Swan on 13.
Bruce says Bobby Skilton is sick. I hope he gets better. I love Bobby. Now another great Swans name Adam Goodes gets his own montage. I'm so happy I was overseas when all that Eddie bullshit went down. One of 2013's most embarrassing moments.
2013 was an embarrassing year to be a football supporter.
Round 7 and it's Michael Voss commentating. Average. Swallow is leading. Gary Jnr not too close. Jobe Watson embarrassing everyone by being up there on nine. Trent Cotchin still has nice hair.
Round 8 and we have 1955 Brownlow medalist Fred Goldsmith. Great performance. Love hearing an old guy say "Majak Daw had the first jump." So far Fred's my leader for the night's best montage reader. Sam Mitchell gets up to 9. Gary Jnr up to 10. Dan Hannebery leads on 13.
Cameron Ling interviews Gary Ablett Jnr. We learn nothing.
Now a montage of insane fans. I watch closely to make sure I'm not on.
Phew.
I'm not.
Round 9. Gary Dempsey. My word. What a gruff voice. Makes Gus Mercurio sound like a choirboy. Norwegian Black Metal Gary Dempsey. Seriously menacing. Gary on 13. Hannebery on 15.
Round 10. Adam Cooney commentates. Sounds like a kid compared to Gary Dempsey. Did you know he proposed to his wife with burger rings? Paddy Dangerfield is getting lots of votes. Hannebery gets none. Gary Jr equal leader on 15. I think he's won it. Antony Green called it three rounds ago.
Some guy who used to play soccer for Australia introduces a goals of the year montage. Then Round 5 commentated by Robert Harvey. Another wooden performance from a Collingwood staff member. The pies should run acting and expression classes over the off season. Steele Sidebottom gets votes and we see a young stunner on the Collingwood table finish off a massive beer. I like her, whoever she is. Gary junior and his girl look petrified.
Round 6. It's Libba. Now that's how to commentate a montage. Timing. Drama. Passion. Little Libba has it in truck loads (admittedly the 'trucks' are Ford Escort panel vans). Lots of beards in footy today. It's like all the players are auditioning to be in the next Carlton Draught ad or something. Andrew Swallow leading.
Basil Zempilas interviews Ross Lyon. Not the most engaging personalities. Reminds me of one of my favourite ever jokes.
Q) What did the snail say when he rode the tortoise?
Round 2. Bucks commentates the montage. Quite a wooden performance. Only one vote. Sorry Bucks. Trent Cotchin has two votes and very nice hair. Liberatore has six votes. Some Essington players get votes. Consolation for what was an awful year. Pendles opens his vote account. Because he's a professional, he won't forget the account PIN number at the end of the night.
Round 3. Peter Moore commentates the montage. Inspired choice. I loved that man. I painted a picture plate of him in Grade 4. You can see it if you make an appointment at the NGV. Make sure you ring a day in advance. Dane Swan gets votes. He doesn't do accounts. He works in cash.
Now Cameron Ling has a chat to Dane Swan. I can't remember that diamond nose stud. Beard looking Ned Kelly like. Hair freshly cut. He looks genuinely nervous.
Round 4. Dipper commentates. I can't understand a word he says.
That red carpet thing was awful as always. At least the girls didn't have to stand on a rotisserie this time. Thug Campbell Brown was a highlight. I can't wait to see him covering New York Fashion Week next year.
So it kicks off with Mark Seymour and Missy Higgins singing Throw Your Arms Around Me to a montage of footballers hugging each other. I shit you not. Then there's the guy who does that gruff voiceover grand talkin' to footage of a lady painting a Brownlow. Then another montage. That's two montages in five minutes. An early record.
Bruce McAvaney and Andy D open proceedings, with the traditional opening of "this is a properly constituted gathering of the AFL with all whatevers present etc." And then the tradiitional footage of the Armaguard people delivering the votes.
And as tradition goes, my wife is complaining, "this is the most inane thing on television and astounds me that this is televised." It really works her up.
Round 1. Jobe Watson commentates the montage. Andy D reads real fast (tradition), Judd gets votes (tradition) and Gary Ablett Jr gets votes (another tradition).
Another montage commentated by Adam Scott. We're running at five montages in seven minutes. This is some sort of record.
Good evening. Already the dweebs on the TV are saying it's "all about the ladies". I hate this. But at least Cambpell Brown is a cohost. Thug.
Look. Let's get this out of the way.
Here's Greame Teasdale.
This is all you need to know about Brownlow fashion.
Campbell Brown just asked some girl, "What are you wearing?" This is already ridiculous. Why Campbell Brown? Seriously. Why? Was that Carson guy from Queer Eye too busy?
I don't care too much for the frocks. Especially that Brynne has gone for more of a demure look tonight. Hamish McGillicutty talking to Andy D and his lady with the dress she bought on her way to the casino. I don't know what to say about this other than after a long chat with an expert, we think it would have cost her upwards of $5k. That's Andy D's day rate.
I love watching Campbell Brown's perplexed eyes trek up and down the girls' bodies when he asks "Who are you wearing tonight?"
This letter was written and emailed to the State Sports Centres Trust on my phone after I was thrown out of Lakeside Oval today.
Hi,
Riding my bike past lakeside oval. See a lacross thing is on. Poke in to watch for ten minutes before heading home. At the fence of the ground watching for five minutes and a bouncer rudely demands my bike be left outside. I have no lock so I said simply that I just wanted to watch for five minutes more and I would leave. He said no. He was agitated. It was "against conditions of entry". I said just five minutes and I'll be gone. My bike wasn't near anyone. Everything was safe. He got worse so I asked for him to bring management. A couple minutes later a stadium day manager called Edward came with 5 bouncers. He argued. I thought it was silly. He said it was the rules. I asked him to bring the rules to show me. He came back without them. We argued politely while more bouncers came and crowded us. I assured them they should not look so threatening because I wasn't going to get violent. I just wanted to watch for five more minutes and leave. They looked ready to manhandle me and threatened to call police. Ridiculous. At all times it was perfectly safe for everyone for me to watch some lacrosse while holding my bike. Bouncers got more agitated. I agreed to leave. As I left some bouncers in the background swore at me and yelled 'on your bike' high fiving each other etc. I feared for my safety.
Local sport is about inclusion.
Local sport is about community.
Local sport is about everyone getting together, acting reasonably and having fun.
Fun.
This did not happen today.
I or my bike was never going to hurt anyone today. I am so disappointed with the Trust right now. I fear the culture of rules, heavy security and not being reasonable at simple negotiation like "hey, give me five minutes and I'll go" replied with, "that's cool, just five minutes is fine, have fun!" are being lost at a community and state level.
Love, intelligence and kindness are what sport needs, not the rubbish I write about.
I'm sure the Trust has words to that effect in its constitution.
Attached is a photo of the view of the game I have now through an iron fence outside the stadium.
The green team just scored a goal.
At least they're having fun.
An apology would be the least that could happen this week. I will publish this email online.
James Hird on his way to work earlier today. (source fairfax)
So we're waiting for the AFL announcement of penalties Essendon face, if indeed they face any*.
It's accepted players won't face suspensions. They can't. That's up to ASADA and they're not ready to do that yet.
But there's an unfinished report released early in time for the finals. That's what the AFL wanted to avoid, outrage if Essendon won the premiership only to later lose half their team in the off season when ASADA got ready to demand player suspensions.
There's enough though in this unfinished report for the AFL to do what they're going to do today.
Most likely they'll suspend Essendon staff for the vague and broad charge of "bringing the game into disrepute" and most likely Essendon lawyers will finally test this charge in court. It's a charge that hasn't been tested as far as I can remember**.
So what does "bringing the game into disrepute" mean? I know. I'll cut and paste the synonyms for 'disrepute' into a nice and easy to read pile.
disgrace, shame, dishonour, infamy, notoriety, ignominy, stigma, scandal, bad reputation, lack of respectability; degradation, humiliation, odium, opprobrium, obloquy; discredit, ill repute, disesteem, low esteem, loss of face; unpopularity, disfavour, ill favour. ANTONYMS honour.
Can't argue the club or its staff haven't done any of these.
Now let's cut and paste the definition from my Apple dictionary....
disrepute: the state of being held in low esteem by the public: one of the top clubs in the country is bringing the game into disrepute .
I shit you not. That's what it says. Even the dictionary is against you, Essendon.
If club lawyers don't like the charge "bringing the game into disrepute", maybe they should have challenged it in court years ago. It seems a little late now.
So what could the penalty be? Well, it's too open ended. Sky's the limit. A fool speculates. Besides, this is too important to become a Sanctions Against The Bad Guys Tipping Competition.
So the big problem for Essendon is that the dictionary says they did it - and if any of us know one thing about what this has done to this season and most importantly, our game, they did it well and truly.
* I am not important and have no qualifications on any of this but my day job does require me to spend a lot of time looking through dictionaries. ** It has been tested unsuccessfully a few times in the Victorian Supreme Court. That's why it still exists. More info when I finish reading about it. (14 Aug).
Recently I visited the medieval German city, Marburg. Towering the city, is Marburg Castle which houses a fabulous local history museum where art and history buffs from all over the world flock to see these beautifully constructed portraits of Marburg's most interesting people. (click to enlarge)
Marion Zwiebel (1790 - 1840): The town's most enthralling raconteur. People would flock to hear her* stories about her days fishing the Lahn for prize winning pike.
Bildnis Auguste Von Knoblauch (1750 - 1810): A stunner in her youth (look here, cor!), Von Knoblauch gave so much to the city's fledgling fashion industry, organising the first of many more biennial Modellierung Marburg Festivals.
Kylie Von Minogue III (1802 - 1840): Minogue was one Marburg's most promising young tennis stars until she tore her hammy during the grand final junior pennant stoush against traditional rivals Butzbach. People still talk about her thundering backhand.
Countess Cristina Apfel Flugsteig (1790 - ): Known mostly for her zesty performances in Married With Children and Anchorman, Apfel Flugsteig attributes her longevity to a stable diet of carrots, gruel and horse meat.
Baroness Angelina Pflaume (1802 - 1829): Renowned flautist and heiress to the Pflaume fortune. Threw it all away to join the three piece afrobeat group Afrikanish Rhythmus - the band that helped made most of Germany rethink their attitudes to the African diaspora.
Carly and Paul Simonich (1802 - unknown): Brother and sister known all over Hesse for their cocksure japery and zany pranks. Infamous for burning down the local haberdashery. Peter Weir has been connected to a film adaption of John Steinbeck's book about the incident, "Jene Verrückten Kids"
Professor Peter Hanswurst (1790 - 1870): One of the main players behind Marburg's short love affair with Romanticism, Hanswurst was best known for his entertaining lectures. Vilified in later life for backing the Prussians with a series of awkwardly worded letters to the editor of a local gentleman's picture magazine.
Rear Admiral Davide Sylvian (1795 - 1870): One of Otto Van Bismark's closest confidants, Rear Admiral Davide Sylvian (friends called him 'RADS'), hung up his battle boots soon after the famous victory at Königgrätz to grow the whitest spargel in the land.
Matthias Grammp (1802 - 1888), Gloria Grammp (1802 - 1855) & Nanette Grammp (1820 - 1860): Matthias and Gloria were Marburg's power couple. Matthias ran the local abattoir while Gloria edited all three of the city's major newspapers. Their child, Nannette, invented the telephone 20 years before Bell and Edison 'just came up with the idea'.
In the most recent Boxcutters we reviewed Kevin Spacey's House of Cards which was put on Netflix recently. Here's the brain dump I took into the studio. They are rough notes. That's why they're a bit long and discombobulated. Like a sausage. A pork loin, fennel and dubious analogy flavoured sausage. Let's see how it's made.
I love Kevin Spacey. This is his best role
since playing the weedy boss’s assistant in my favorite movie/play Glengarry Glen Ross. But his
character, Frank Underwood in House of Cards is his exact opposite. Or is he.
Devious, assured, bitter, dark, cynical - he knows people like no other. Knows all
the tricks to fuck you over with a smile so well that he can make you feel like he's doing the best for you. Or he can shit on your head. Slowly. You won't enjoy that ever.
One of the great plot devices is Spacey's head
to the side narration which did appear in the previous UK series but to say
that was original then would be to ignore theatre’s tradition. All history’s
great plays do that. It’s film and television who are behind. I mean, look at
the Paperboy with Macy Gray’s strange narration. What’s going on with that? I must stop
thinking about this film.
The unreliable narrator is something that really
interests me. Happens in the great novels too. And that’s what we have with
Frank Underwood, so sure of himself we barrack for evil but the show goes somewhere
else.
His style is high camp dead panning.
Villain.
The bastard knock about rogue to school
friends, man with a knife to enemies.
Everyone is his enemy.
Even you.
Even when he’s nice to you. That’s how he
does it. He works out what you like and fondles that bit like Lori Singer on a
cello. The crazed failure. The crazed success. The man borning himself again and
again to lead. Delicious.
Then there’s his relationship with his wife
played by Robin Wright. The most dangerous power couple since Pixie and
Christopher Skase. I love watching these people. Lady Macbeth is too easy
a comparison. Both teeter everywhere
around morality. I don’t really know of a comparison. There’s probably another
Shakespeare but I’m not an English teacher.
To compare this Spacey version with the
English one isn’t worth it either. This is a cover. An adaption. Things change.
Do you read every book a movie’s adapted to? Do you have that time? Trust
people. Trust the artist to make their own cover version. That’s what we pay
them for.
David Fincher’s darkness is here. What does
a director do after the facebook movie, which was sure directed by him, but does
anyone ever get an idea through Sorkin these days?
The wife, let’s go back to the wife. Claire Underwood. Some
strange scenes about her morality. And then she’s just an awful person to work
with. Those scenes made me shudder. I used to work in the not for profit places
and I tell youse there’s some real nasty pasties around. Much like the other
Rob, Robyn Butler’s lead character in The Librarians maybe. But maybe not.
Butler’s aggression was cloaked. Wright’s Claire Underwood would slowly scratch
out your eyes. And then be forlorn about your blindness for at least three more
hours. Besides. Robyn Butler spells her name with a Y.
The journalist girl. Kate Mara as Zoe
Barnes. Fabulous but sometimes a bit disturbing because she’s such a little
girl. The sex scenes, look I don’t like sex scenes on TV, are awkward because
of her littleness. Maybe that was the point they were making but I feel
uncomfortable.
The way Frank plays the media. More
realistic than the newsroom ever dreamed of being. It’s about feeding the
chooks. Frank gives a journo a drop and then you see a montage of the drop
turning into a story Chinese Whispers style across the news cycle. This seems
right. I asked a journo I know about this and they seemed stunned by the scene.
Scary real.
Though the dying newspaper thing and
subsequent lets go and work somewhere new age modern contemporary where you can
sit on a beanbag is already outdated.
I like where it’s going and I can’t wait to
see the second series. Ends a bit abruptly and later eps struggle a little bit
but that’s what happens when you try to keep things up like this over 13
episodes.
Oh talk about tired ideas. Alcoholics
Anonymous. We’ve progressed since 1986. There are other ways to treat drug
dependence. But in US drama there’s only one.
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Most of you will know I went to SXSW last year as part of the Boxcutters podcast, and most of you will know I had a brilliant time.
If you're going this year, (hi Esther and Ben!), here's a few things you need to know.
Download the SXSW Go app now.
Do it. Here's the link again. Done? Good. Put it on your phone. Put it on your ipad. Now once you're done with this blog post, do all the registering and signing in you can because uploading your photos (you have to do this for your badge and other stuff), over in Austin is a drag. It took one of my mates ages.
Once you've done that, have an explore and lock in all the things you want to see. If that looks daunting you have a lot of time to do that on the plane on your way to Austin. This is fun.
Plan but don't get overwhelmed.
So once you've done all that you'll think there's so much on that you couldn't possibly fit it all in. It's Ok. You won't. Indeed, some afternoons you'll plan to see someone from a NY ad agency do a talk on crazy sneakers that read minds but instead you end up in a bar on 5th Street talking to a nice bunch of people wearing backpacks and nice shoes. "So what is it you lovely people do?" you'll ask. "Oh, we invented a thing called Tumblr. Want another drink?"
Get to the plane on time.
US customs is um.... difficult. And there's only a couple of planes going to Austin every day. Something goes wrong and you'll have a fun 50 hour trip like I did on the way back.
Bring light clothes and good walking shoes.
It's hot and you'll do heaps of walking.
Do I bring my phone?
Yes. Just deactivate global roaming and keep your wifi on. For twittering, using the SXSW app etc, there's free public WIFI everywhere in Austin. The free WIFI in the Convention Centre and the Driskill Hotel is teriffic. And if you can't find one, find a Starbucks or ask one of your new American friends to tether onto their phone. If you feel a need to use a phone to talk, buy a throwaway phone at a phone shop. They're cheap and they make you feel like a corner-boy in The Wire. Hail a Chevrolet.
Chevrolet do a thing at SXSW where they drive around town giving people with badges a free lift to anywhere in Austin. All you have to do is hail one down with your badge. The nice driver will give you a spiel about the new car they're driving but that's not too much of a price to pay.
Also Austin locals are magnificent. Because they appreciate there's not enough taxis in their proud city, they hate seeing visitors trying to find one. That's why they love driving you home late at night or if it's raining. True. They insist. Happened to us MANY times.
Enjoy Austin.
There may be over 20,000 people visiting Austin for the festival but it was the quintessential Austin things that made my time there brilliant. Here's some.
Go see local band, Hot Club of Cowtown play at the Continental Club.
They're the world's best Western Swing band. I met locals who moved to Austin just so they can see Hot Club play every week. They're that good.
Get a dancing lesson at The Broken Spoke honky tonk bar.
See when Dale Watson's on. I've loved Dale for many years. His hair is my own hair's inspiration. He'll play Texas Two Step dancing music for hours and hours and you won't want to leave. You'll need to take a taxi but it's worth it. One of the craziest nights I've ever had. Long story. Get me drunk and I'll tell it to you. Anyway at midnight the owner sings a song and a broken spoke is I don't know. Look. Just see the video I shot.
You've never had BBQ if you've never had Austin BBQ.
I can't stress this enough. Austin BBQ is life changing. The place people talk most about is the Salt Lick which also has a restaurant in the Austin airport.
A rib at Iron Works yesterday.
But I recommend Iron Works, also the BBQ truck near Antone's and the Sugar Shack near the University. Go to any place that sells pulled pork and ribs and you'll be happy. Also Franklin BBQ is supposed to be amazing.
Also on 5th Street, drop into Tears of Joy for your hot sauce supply to bring back home. It's a ridiculous place. Frank's Hotdogs is also great.
Get cowboy boots and jeans at Allen's Boots.
Allen's on Congress is heaven for cowboy boots. Give yourself at least an hour to decide because you could lose your mind. They also sell jeans at less than a third of the price you get them in Australia. The Wranglers I have on right now cost $28 US.
And over the road get a gumbo at this place. Read more about it here. There's also a great second hand book shop with lots of cool first editions a few doors up from Allen's.
Most of all, tip your bar staff, talk to everyone and have a blast.
You never know what these weeks will lead to.
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This week our captains not only represent the Abbotsford Anglers, they represent their home countries. Shutts, New Zealand and Al Judd.... Geelong. I did a bit of a ring around to their fellow countrymen.
"Juddy is the greatest man to come out of Geelong since Gary "Whiskas" Hocking. And like Gary, Ford asked Juddy to change his name to "Fiesta". Unfortunately Juddy refused."
Max Walker
"Juddy made me go lez."
Portia de Rossi
"Juddy also made me go lez."
Dennis Walter
"Who could forget little Shuttsy at juniors training every week. First to arrive. Last to leave. Oh. Hold on. I was thinking Lance's kid."
Richard Hadlee
"Shuttsy's middle foot pull is a real slice of heaven. He's also good at batting."
I play cricket for the Abbotsford Anglers, the greatest cricket club in the world.
When teams are announced, me and Cords, the club president, take turns in writing captains' previews. Here it is for today's games.
With all the limited toilets this week and Angler Gravy (trots), going around in the 12/13 season, let's have a look at our captains' dietary requirements.
Cords.
Meat preference: Anything from the meat tray won at the Laird Hotel's trivia night win earlier in the week.
Bar meal order: Mixed grill
Would you like the veges or salad & chips with that? Just chips, thanks.
Quickeze or Mylanta: Mylanta. Definitely Mylanta.
Gimp.
Meat preference: Sensible portions.
Bar meal order: Kids fish'n'chips
Would you like the veges or salad & chips with that? Veges. And salad. And chips.
Quickeeze or Mylanta: Prefers to ride above it.
Two makeup artists spent at least 90 minutes each morning perfecting Anthony Hopkins' look, using £50,000 worth of prosthetics and a 'fat suit'. While three ex Hallmark bereavement card writers spent half a day and £195 (inc VAT) sucking all the life out of the screenplay.
