eddie nowhere

Way back in October last year, I floated the idea of buying Channel 9, purely for the pleasure of “boning” Eddie McGuire.

Now my plan certainly had a great deal of support out there, but not in the way that counts - vis-a-vis money, dosh, moolah and lots of it.

Never mind: time, karma and the relentless grinding wheels of fate have done my work for me; and as of today, Monsieur McGuire is no longer the Channel 9 CEO.

Now, I don’t want to be seen to be taking pleasure in another’s misfortune, so I will confine myself to a single “Na-na na na-na na” and just the one giggle.

I note Eddie has been feverishly denying he was “boned” or “given the flick”. Sure, Eddie, whatever you reckon.

You were “shafted”. Is that better?

Running
10k last night on wet-ish roads. It was quite an enjoyable run, in that the hills weren’t overly challenging (they have moods, hills, in case you haven’t noticed).

I’m getting increasingly paranoid though; I tended to be overly cautious going around corners and scooting over muddy bits. I have no desire to twist an ankle or something at this point in my career.

Music
Some more songs for the last-bit-of-the-marathon file:

• Wilco - I’m a wheel
• Luther Allison - Ragged & Dirty. At that point I probably will be ragged, if not dirty. The question is will I be hip? Luther A. was, but it seems unlikely I’ll manage that particular feat.