I Can't Take No More

Irene Cara is singing her 80's hit, What A Feeling at the Grand Final.

Doesn't she look like Adam Goodes in this photo?

Why Is This Interesting?

Found this handy bit o' history on Wikipedia.

What was your favorite Yahtzee logo?

I like the first version.

The Bloods A-Grade Premiers!

Sunday was the greatest day in Old Haileybury's long history, winning it's first ever VAFA, A-Grade Grand Final.

I've been going to see the Bloods play with me mate, Brett and his dad, Richard since the mid 1980's. Brett and I even played a few games alongside each other for the club's Under 19s side. Brett's dad goal umpired those games.

Richard "Dicky" Metherall was a brilliant bloke. He played over 200 games for the Bloods and was club president for many years. The entire senior team and so many other club men and women attended his funeral. That day, three years ago and the game-days afterwards were torrid. Everyone loved Brett's dad.

A funny and passionate bastard, Richard loved his club, Collingwood and football back. When Collingwood were playing the 2002 Grand Final, Brett was tied up in a town somewhere in Italy. He called back home so somebody could play the televison commentary down the phone line. A minute into the last quarter, Brett's dad picks up the phone, turns down the TV volume and yells, "These idiots know bugger all. I'll commentate from now on." And he did. Better than Peter Landy and company I hear.

Now Dicky's club is delirious.


It was bloody exciting to be in the rooms, singing the song after the game. Lucky I was wearing a raincoat I tells you because it was raining champagne in there!

Such a good win to beat VAFA glamour side, Old Xavier by 23 points.



The stars turn out to the VAFA Grand Final. So I could get a little bit of his mojo wafting in the hard Elsternwick Park breeze, I had to spend a quarter downwind from Nathan Buckley (bloke in the grey). He was awful kind to any kid, old fella or wench wanting a chat, handshake or photo op. I was too nervous about the what was going onfield to approach.

Bucks loves sending text messages.

Go Bloods!

Free Willie!

"This week, Willie Nelson, whom Donald Rumsfeld calls the 'number two man in al-Qaeda' - was the victim of a pointless search that revealed he had with him a mere pound and a half of marijuana and a fifth of a pound of psychedelic mushrooms - or as Willie calls it, breakfast.

That's right, cops in Louisiana pulled over his tour bus and searched it based on probable cause, the probable cause being it contained Willie Nelson. The Fuzz then hassled Willie, demanded he cut his hair and shot Peter Fonda off his motorcycle. I mean, Louisiana, come on, your state was under water a year ago - if the man wants some of it for his bong, let him. Yes, he had mushrooms - he's a hundred year old hippie, they were growing in his hair."

From Bill Maher's blog which appears on The Huffington Post.

Don't Install Itunes Seven!

Installed the new version of Itunes on my PC yesterday.

It's terrible.

Every ten minutes or whenever you do something like open a new program or document, the music crackles with static because the new version takes up too much of the soundcard's memory processing. And I suspect it's slowing down all my other programs.

I ONLY WANT TO LISTEN TO MY OLD RICHARD HAWLEY ALBUMS DAMNAMMIT!

Because the new Itunes installed new firmware on my Ipod, there's no way to revert to the previous version (which worked beautifully).

I'm not the only one.

The Apple discussion board is being flooded with thousands of disgruntled people experiencing the same problem.

There's no way I'm installing the new version on my mac.

Hooray For Shorts Weather!

At least the last guy's about to put on a nice pair of shoes.

Shorts are brilliant but sandals disturb me.

I Am The Art That Perry Is Working On

Here's a photo of Perry Farrell and his wife, Etty, Shepard Fairley (the OBEY guy) and Don Everlast taken at Banksy's Los Angeles art launch.

What's with Perry Farrell's wife?

As a longtime lapsed Janes Addiction fan, I wasn't aware of this Etty lady. She looks extraordinary.

I had to find out more about the disturbing lookin' bombshell.

There's an interview with her at the Janes Addiction website.

Here's the best bits.

"Of all dance forms, I am most passionate about ballet. My favorite ballet is Swan Lake. Perry and I are in love with dancing The Tango, and Rhumba. Both dances are pure aphrodisiac for us."

"I am the art that Perry is working on."

"He was living the "sex, drugs and rock'n'roll" lifestyle, with a girl in LA, a girl in NYC, a girl in Miami, and a lot of drugs to go with them. I was a professional dancer, doing a job, being professional. Although he started persuing me from the beginning, it wasn't something I was interested in. I remember when he tried to talk to me, I couldn't understand what was coming out of his mouth and what he was looking at. It didn't matter really, because the next day, he couldn't remember any of it anyway."

Oh Perry!

Naomi Robson's Done It Again

According to the The Australian, Naomi Robson and her crew were planning to shoot a story on West Papuan cannibals before they were detained for jumping the border without the proper visa.

We may never learn if the cannibals were obese or annorexic or even if their huts were poorly constructed by dodgy builders.

How disappointing.

What sort of bras do cannibals wear?

Nice priorities Naomi.

Smuggle your way into West Papua and do a wank piece on cannibals.

A wasted opportunity when you could investigate the country's struggle with Indonesia and its violent tribal wars.

And there's lots of diamonds in West Papua. Enough for tribes to get really angry with each other.

Here's a picture from Reuter's Alertnet of what's happening right now in West Papua.



The caption....

An Indonesian priest prays next to the body of a Dani tribesman who was killed after a clash with Damal tribesmen in Kwanki Lama village near Timika in Indonesia's West Papua province on September 4, 2006. The fighting between the rival tribes has killed three people since Friday, police said on Monday.

Grant Thomas And His Curious Finger

Why is Grant Thomas pointing at his eye?

Is he trying to poke at it to extract a tear?

Has he a sty?

Conjunctivitis perhaps?

The World's Only Accepable Personalised Number Plate

As seen parked at the footy last week.

Naomi Robson's Steve Irwin Tribute

The lizard's on the dole.

Photo from Crikey's daily news thingy.

My First Big Advertising Award!

Me and Adam Liddiard came third in The Age and MADC's Creative Raw Awards on Friday.

We beat all the big agencies.

When he announced our award, Clemenger BBDO/Melbourne Chairman, Ron Mather described our tagline, If it's not Dodoni, it's just wet cheese, for Dodoni Feta Cheese as "the best in the competition".

Each of Melbourne's big advertising agencies sent in one or two of their young creative teams to compete in the one day competition.

It was the first advertising award Adam and I have entered since finishing AWARD School last month.

The winners were a team from Marmalade and our mates at Grey Worldwide came second.

Big thanks to Nick and Michael at Singleton, Ogilvy & Mather for letting us represent their agency on the day.

Photo from MADC's Flickr set and you can see all the ads here.

Bill Grainger's Mysterious Reducing Hair Trauma

Sydney celebrity chef, Bill Grainger disturbs me.

His books and cooking shows check out. Bit prancy but mostly easy to follow recipes. Saw him live at one of those cooking shows. He did scrambled eggs. Use cream, butter and a hot pan. Don't muck around. Fry eggs quick, flip and get the hell out. Good advice.

Nope, there's nothing wrong with Bills (his books and restaurants don't use an apostrophe) cooking.

It's Bills hair that winds me up.

Bills paranoid about balding. Pick up any of his books, look at the photos and I'll guarantee you won't see the top of his head. The shot is either from a strange upwards angle, from behind, in a strange light, far away or even cropped at the forehead, chopping off the top of his head altogether.

Watch his cooking shows and the same thing happens. He comes across onscreen as almost effete but sheesh, he must run his shoots with anger a la Monsieur Mick Malthouse.

"If you so much as show a teaspoon sized bit of my bald spot I will shove this spatula so far down your cakehole you'll be ordering porridge everyday until first day of cherry season!"

Aw Gee Thanks, Kids!

Almost 17,000 visitors have visited The Nightwatchman in the past 18 months.

Here's some amazing facts and figures about 2006.

42 per cent of Nightwatchman readers are return visitors (aw gee, thanks!)

914 people have visited The Nightwatchman over 100 times.

825 people have come only to see a picture of Mariah Carey having a bath with her dog.

81 people came only because, like me, they spelled Anton Newcombe's name incorrectly.

My busiest day was on June 16 when 745 people came to read about Rory Matthews and Chicky, his footballing alpaca.

My other blogs have received over 5,000 visitors in the last 18 months.

Ooh Spicy!

Ooh Spicy!, originally uploaded by glennpeters.

At last I got one!

I've been putting it off for years.

And look at its brand name!

On Beating Carlton

Um. I feel good. Don't care where they were on the ladder. We won the game and won the fight. I just feel good. Really good.

Now let's watch the original Up There Cazaly clip.

Hot Pies.

It Could Only Happen In Albury

Found this doozy in Albury Wodonga's Border Mail.

A couple of months ago, West Albury legend, Ben Sudano gets drunk and drives his ute over a steep embankment.

Amazingly, the car lands on its wheels after doing a COMPLETE BACKFLIP.

Then the self employed plumber keeps driving as if nothing happened.

Police watch the incredible feat, pull him up and ask if he'd been drinking.

"Heaps," Sudano replies.

All Hail The Toilet Flushing Cat!

Cat flushes toilet, waits for the tank to fill and flushes it again.

And again and again and again.

Hilarious.

Shakin' Not Blurred

Reckon you've got a steady hand? Check out this strangely soothing, car pinstriping footage.

I found it on Boing Boing. Best blog ever. Visit it daily and you won't need to come back here ever again.



And here's a ridiculously disturbing Shakin' Stevens video clip.

Bye Bye Bon Scott: The Exhibition

Big local rock fella, James Young was the bloke who bought Bon Scott's ex-wife Irene Thornton's collection of private letters and photo album earlier this year.

He's framed them and posted them at his ad agency's public cafe SEE for all of us to see.

Samples can be seen online at SEE's blog.

And here's a link to Patrick Donovan's (another huge ACDC fan) Age story about the exhibition.

Check it out at SEE, 25 Nott Street Port Melbourne, from 7.30am to 3.30pm Monday to Friday until Friday 29 September 2006.