a cultural experience of sorts

I’ve spent more nights than I care to remember in pubs, public houses, bars, taverns, saloons, TABs, casinos, dives and holes. You name it, I’ve been there, sat on a stool and emerged blinking into the outside world some blurry hours later. In fact most of the period between 1994-97 and 2000-2004 was spent in [...]

hobble

Not to worry - it wasn’t me hobbling. Not at all, it was Wayne Carey who was “hobbled” by Miami police in a recent trip to the US.
Apparently he was:
“angry, drunk, and violent” and his speech was rapid.from the age.
This was surprising: he hadn’t been hanging out with Amy Winehouse and Pete Doherty was [...]

carla bruni

Melbourne’s running spots seem infested with AFL teams at the moment. Yesterday morning it was Carlton loitering on the Anderson Street hill, today North Melbourne were at Princes Park.
The thought did cross my mind that they’re following me.
That’s not a comforting thought. Imagine that: every time I go for a run, there’ll be a mob [...]

inside word on AFL 2008 - Carlton are losers

I don’t know all that much about the AFL, and I care even less. I know about as little as it’s possible to know, while living in Melbourne and glancing at the sports pages every couple of weeks.
But I do have an idea of the rules and how it all works in a general sort [...]

yasso

Last Tuesday I went out an a limb, promising a session of the dreaded Yasso 800’s. Having gone so far as allowing my mouth to write the cheque, yesterday it was time for my legs to cash it.
You know what: after all that, the Yassos aren’t that bad. I can run 800 metres in 3 [...]

football

I’m not sure I was really on the ball today. Well thought-through logic was conspicuous by its absence.
I refer, in this case, to my decision to avoid the football crowds in the city by running to the tan, via the MCG. Not so clever, in retrospect.
Still, what’s done is done. In the end there didn’t [...]

bloody football

I gen’rally try to avoid if I canAFL in all shapes and all formsIn Melbourne at least if you manage this featYou look kinda strange and forlorn.
Today it seems harder than ever beforewith seventeen pages of wrap-around newsof sacking the coach of one football teamto which I say “Kevin Shee-who?”
“Sheeds” so it seems, was a [...]

sadness, delusion, rain

Back in April I wrote a couple of times about Charlton Athletic, and their troubled, troubled times this year. From memory, the words “dire”, “dreadful” and “desperate” featured more strongly than is probably normal, which should give you a fair idea of how the season was going at that point.
Well, after an oh-so-brief revival [...]