Tag: 2007
Your Kind are No Longer Welcome in These Parts: Violent Vitriol and Some Home Truths for Willie Mason
“You’re a bum, you’re a punk, you’re an old slut on junk” -Fairytale of New York, The Pogues The Pogues and Donleavy and Joyce and Yeats and all the other fine Irish wordsmiths of today and yesterday have made a habit of accurate conveyance and though none would be aware of Willie Mason and his […]
Kicking the October Blues
The sun shines bright today as it does most of this time of year. Spring is in the air and the endless hope of summer nights sits alluringly on the horizon. Birds chirp, bees bang and the drums of love beat ever so loud. Those who hibernate for the winter poke their heads out. It […]
Farewell Frank Hyde
“Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying ‘Tis you, ‘tis you must go and I must bide” -Danny Boy This week the pipes called for Frank Hyde, one of rugby league’s most iconic figures and […]
Hacking Off the Fat: Bringing Down the Hammer on a Miserable Bulldogs 2007 Finale and the Road to Salvation in 2008
I had high hopes for this season. I always do. Call it blind optimism or call it The Faith, it doesn’t bother me. If you don’t believe you are a winner you never will be. Just ask the losers in Cronulla and Parramatta and Buffalo and Boston. Not that they would admit it. But deep […]
A Brief and Thoughtful Essay on Andrew Johns and Recreational Drugs
It will be a tough day to forget, April 10 in this Year of Our Lord 2007. It was the day we all got the Dear John letter that we knew was inevitable but we felt was a lifetime away. Word was sent down the line that Andrew Johns had played his last game of […]
When You Think You Have Seen It All: Welcome Home, Welcome to the Brutality
Craig Fitzgibbon is a bum and if I had my way he would be whipped like a mangy dog until he bled from both ears and had contrition flowing from his swollen mouth like a river of sorrow. I have seen a lot as a professional gambler. There is not much that shocks me. Being […]
Farewell to a Goddamn Prince
“The torch we’ll always carry For our nations’s golden child And even though we try The truth brings us to tears All the words cannot express The joy you brought us through the years” – Elton John, Candle In The Wind (Princess Diana Tribute) The sad and lonely mushiness of winter tends to magnify the […]
Stand Up and Be a Man Princess
Deep in the throes of a wild night of drink and good times and attractive women, I felt the need for relief. So off to the bathroom of the crowded Hilton bar it was, as one does. The bathroom was surprisingly deserted but as is etiquette in these situations, I moved along to the far […]
Wired for League: The Mid-Season NRL Review (Part 2)
And so we continue. The path has been mapped, decisions have been made and all that is left to do is get the right words in the right order. For purposes of proper conveyance and The Edge, of course. It is important to exist in complete solitude at this time of year. Something like a […]
You Can’t Make Sponge Cake with Sour Cream: The Mid-Season NRL Review (Part 1)
There are some folk who always come through with the goods when you need them. Even when they don’t realise they are being so magnanimous. Mulling over some words for this weeks piece, fighting the fear of the blank page in unfamiliar surroundings, old Pops Tedeschi- a man of reserved wit and unparalleled generosity- came […]
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