Living Life on the Edge

I dont know about you, but there are often times in my day-to-day where I think "yeah, Im hardcore" (mostly when I think about my blog. Blogs are hadcore. 50 Cent probably has one, and he is a full on gangsta). I had one such experience yesterday. Two actually. Wednesday morning I dropped my good suit and shirt off at the Dry Cleaners, because I needed it for a meeting Thursday. So Luigi tells me it wont be ready til Thursday morning...Thats cool Luigi, see you then. So Thursday morning I shower as normal, and then realise I don't know what to put on, given that I'm going to pick up my suit on the way to work. So I dress in panties, footy shorts and a singlet and head off on my journey. I arrive at Luigi's where my suit is waiting, clean and proud, alongside its old mate, my shirt. I then explain to Luigi that since he couldnt clean my garments earlier, I now need a place to change into my 'bag o fruit' as they call it. Luigi wasn't particularly keen, but eventually led me to around behind the clothes racks, where I made the transformation into respectable Riley. Whats more, Luigi had to tie my tie for me! That ladies and gentlemen, is called being hardcore. I bet 50 Cent doesn't even get changed at the dry cleaners. I live life on the edge, in the danger zone, and I'm indicating right now to get into the fast lane. The second instance of me being totally radical and bodacious occured at the end of my meeting in Tullamarine yesterday. Events concluded about 2:30, and I made the executive decision that I wouldnt be returning to the office for the remainder of the day. I drove straight past work at about 3:24pm, with plenty of time to go back and do an hour or two of work, but no, I am a rebel. An outlaw, a hardcore type person. I bet 50 Cent doesnt even do that. Yes, I'm tough.
Shove it.

A Poor Reflection of the state of Australia

Happy Australia Day to you all.

As some of you will be aware, I have searched high and low this week for a flannel shirt. All I have found is dissapointment and anguish where flannel shirts should have been.

I have come to realise what a sad reflection it is on our country, that flannel shirts are no longer now readily available, especially in "Australia Week".
What happened to the good old days where everyone loved flannel, and the beloved shirts could be found in any number of stores? I'll tell you what happened. Australian men got soft. As soft as their moisturised hands and their Pantene Pro V massaged hair. The same way a flannel shirt used to proudly hang from the racks, these days those same racks are home to all things fluro.
I blame not only the youth of Australia, but also the government of this country. I blame the media, I blame metrosexuals.

In what is supposed to be our proudest week as a nation, I feel ashamed and disgusted. I can only hope that flannels somehow make a return to our shelves by the time the greatest day of the year rolls around, Anzac Day.

That is all.

The Illusive Blue and White Flannel

Like a desperate fisherman trauling the mirky waters of a land once home to the most captivating of creatures, but now thought to be home to only a handful of endangered species, I cast a line into the Fountain Gate K Mart last night, using desire for bait, and a passion for flannel to guide me. I had Rhiannon on the flank being my eyes and ears, and it wasn't long before we were right in the area of a few good size blue and whites...They took the line, we reeled em in, but unfortunately all had to be thrown back due to size issues. However I've received a strong tip this morning that the untapped waters of K Mart Boronia may have stocks of the dying breed, so I will be off to dip my line in later today. More updates to follow! Ole!

Flannel - Just Do It.

So I've decided that before this year is out, I will own at least one flannel shirt. I actually wanted one last year, but got talked out of it. I'll keep you updated.

We came, We saw, We drank and got wet.

Welcome ladies and gents to todays blog entry. Here's a recap of my weekends activities so far...

I spent Saturday discovering that my body can't do the things it used to be able to (no, not that). I grabbed an old skateboard and tried to recapture my glory days of 1999 (yes, i partied like it) and after a couple of savage bruises and lumps coming out on my ankle realised that my best days are past me. This is what it feels like to be old. So I went inside and put my slippers on.

So the journey of last night was to take us to Hyde bar (its mandatory that 1 in 4 posts on here has to be about Hyde) to see Jonny Pearler and Snake DJ.

Before we get down to business, fresh kicks for the wet night in Melbourne:

Glorious aren't they?
This is Bear:

Silly Bear is trying to talk through a bottle.

One of the crettins (or ghosts) from Ghostbusters was partying up a storm!

Bit of Pip:

So after some good times and ooncy music, and too many beers, it was time to go..In my euphoric state I somehow punched myself in the eye (seriously, I did) :


So we brave the wet weather getting back to the car, and as we get back in the chariot to head home (via Maccas) I am presented with a full capsule of beer. I dont normally like to drink on the way home, but if Bear hands you a drink, you drink it.

All in all a solid night emerged from the coccoon that was a rainy night in Melbourne..

Big ups to Marcus, Philth, and also Rhi for driving..

Cricket Madness

So after the Sydney test match people like John Bertrand and the Australian Legends Committee or Hall of Fame committee or some rubbish demanded that the Aussie cricketers tone down their antics and play in the right spirit of the game...This was a reaction to what? An umpire paying a catch when an Indian player didnt hit the ball? Clarke "maybe not" catching a ball that no camera angle caught? Nevermind that both captains said before the game they would be honest, and now Kumble and his mates aren't accepting Clarke saying he caught the ball...
I could be wrong, but is it not up to the umpires to make the decisions? Or are they paid to stand and just watch? Do we hold footballers as accountable? Let's say Darren Glass puts his hand in Barry Hall's back, does he go straight to the umpire and demand he is awarded a free kick against? Is he condemned in the press for not standing on the mark immediately, before a decision has been made? Bottom line is, umpires are paid to make decisions. Players are paid to win. That's an important sentence.
All this talk that sport isn't war and the Aussies should calm down is ridiculous. They are paid, and paid well, to win. I don't think any of them get bonuses for being liked by opponents. And its funny that now they are playing sport down like "its just a game, its not war" yet anytime a player is dropped or sacked or traded (in other codes of sport) the old cliche comes out "sport is a business these days". Which is it, a game or a business?
For decades we have loved to see our sports teams achieve greatness on a global scale, and the Aussie cricket team has dominated its competition for 20 years, and now, on the eve of breaking the record for the most test match wins in a row, we condemn them for being too aggressive? For trying too hard?

Daddy's Back!

hey everybody, just wanted to let you know that I'm back in effect, after google and blogspot tried to weigh me down in red tape and politics for a couple months (not really, but they did make me change email addys, sign up for more spam, not the good spam in tins either, and do a bunch of other shit)....
So im back, and will start b-logging in the next few days.