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 nowhere to be seen.
The Miami coppers made the tactical error of waking Wayne as he lay passed out on his hotel bed. He reacted by punching and kicking them. Even after they managed to get him into the divvy van (or local equivalent) he carried on headbutting the windows, as you do.
That’s when they put him in a hobble, a “device used to restrain combative, violent, high-risk people”.
I’m always amazed by people who beat up police officers. It’s the height of stupidity. There’s no way it’s going to end well.
If I was going to beat someone up, they’d be the last people I’d choose. For one thing, they’re usually bigger than me. Also they have guns and hundreds of mates. Oh, and there’s the small matter of the judicial system, which tends to look askance at roughing up the constabulary.
It’d probably be wise to choose someone smaller than me, which limits things a fair bit. I don’t know, Lleyton Hewitt looks pretty small on tv and he certainly has it coming.
Moving on, the thing is, the Miami incident was on October 27 last year. The latest, erm, outburst was last weekend at his “luxury Port Melbourne apartment”. That’s one hell of a bender.
Fellow former footballer, Wayne Schwass, made an early entry in the “understatement of the year” awards:
His actions certainly suggest that there are a number of things going on in his life.
You think?
I must say, seriously, I’m very surprised and disappointed by the whole recent Wayne Carey situation. I’ve always looked upon WC as an example of grace and dignity, intelligence and moral courage.
Or something.
Running
What do doctors know eh? If I had have seen a quack this morning, he would have taken a look at my blood-shot eyes and snuffly nose, diagnosed a common cold and forbade me from running. As always, I knew better. I had an invigorating 14km run, including 7 jaunts up Anderson street. It took right on an hour, which was pretty pleasing progress.
Now I feel 100% better, chock full of vim and vitality and other things beginning with v.
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