It’s good to see that, four years on, and afternumerousscandals, RailCorp has finally been boned. Not that I’m celebrating because I believe that our public transport might be fixed - we do still have the ALP in power after all. No, it’s just nice to know that a whole new generation of kids will be able to appreciate The Last Hemeroids’ classic track “No Way S.R.A.”
I have been thinking a lot about perspective lately. We all should.
The world is an injust place. We cannot dwell on this, or we’ll all go crazy. At the same time, we can’t ignore it. We must acknowledge the injustice, do what we can to help, and move on. This is where perspective comes into play.
Everyone has problems. If your particular problem isn’t trying to work out how you are going to feed your family tomorrow, you’re pretty well off. With this perspective, I would certainly have to say that I have had an extremely good life to date.
A lot of people carry around a lot of regrets with them. I have never believed in regrets. Life moves forwards, not backwards.
That said, there is one thing that I miss.
Photo: Alan Ball
We’re not gonna give up now.
We gave up. The dream died, we all packed up and got on with our lives. For a long while, I floundered, but now it’s time to restart the show. Anyone know a decent singer who is looking for a dedicated rock and roll band?
I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink
I’m so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
no, no, no.
I’m so tired, I don’t know what to do
I’m so tired, my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do
You’d say I’m putting you on
but it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
you know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
you know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
you know I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind.
I’m so tired, I’m feeling so upset
Although I’m so tired, I’ll have another cigarette
and curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get.
You’d say I’m putting you on
but it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
you know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
you know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
you know I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind.
Give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind.
I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind.
We appear to have come to the end of another year. As is the tradition at this time of year, I shall now provide my own summary of my favoured events, in chronological order.
January: 5-0
Revenge was sweet, as Australia scored an Ashes whitewash for the first time in 86 years or so. The greatest bowler in the history of the universe, Glenn McGrath, retired from the game in style, and the poms were sent home with nothing. Except for the Ashes, that is. They’re such bad sports that they won’t even let us keep the trophy.
January: Tool
This was the second time I have seen Tool. Awesome.
July: Cadel Evans
In the closest ever top three finish, Cadel Evans became the greatest ever Australian cyclist, finishing just 23 seconds away from the yellow jersey in the Tour de France. This is despite having one of the weaker support teams. Next year for sure!
August: The Farm
This was the seventh (?) trip to the farm, and with the biggest fire yet, it was certainly one of the best. Highlights include drinking, cooking dead animals, and lighting stuff on fire. Oh, and my successful comeback to the exciting sport of postie bike riding. This time, without the crashing into tree part.
September: The Combat Wombats
For the first time since 2005, we put together a Futsal team. Despite our final position on the table (10 games, 0 wins, 0 draws) we had a fantastic season and I’m confident that we can only go up in 2008.
November: Dani Ecuyer Dummy Spit
It was a bumpy road for Dani Ecuyer. Running for the seat of Wentworth against her ex-boyfriend George Newhouse, and sitting MP Malcolm Turnbull, she caused a bit of a stir in the media.
A satirical piece on this site was the final straw for Dani, who believed that Miranda Devine was really calling her a left-wing harlot. This response was posted on votedani.com:
Miranda Devine, Caroline Overington and Climate Change
Well well well, it seems the sisterhood only works in theory. It’s official I am having a real impact on the incumbents and I have now been called a ‘harlot’ by Miranda Devine.’ So I work on Climate Change and the pulp mill. Two super hot issues in election 2007, especially in the Environment Minister, Mr Turnbull’s electorate. Now I am a ’stiletto thumping femme fatale’ and a harlot to boot. Amused, well I can assure you I am not amused in the slightest. I am running on real issues and have two websites to prove it, not to mention a serious career in investment banking.
And it went on… Of course, this post was removed from her site shortly afterwards. Obviously a friend let her in on the joke.
Thank you Dani, for brightening up an otherwise grey campaign.
November: Maxine’s victory
I would like to say that the Labor victory in November was one of the highlights of the year. However, as I believe that Kevin Rudd is the spawn of the devil, I shall only pause to commemorate Maxine McKew’s victory over a populist PM who had it coming for a long time.
My grandmother once recounted how she had believed that “Honest John”, as he was known back in the 90s, was going to be great for the country, and we were going to have sunshine and roses every day.
Eleven years later, even the staunchest Liberal voter would have to admit that Johnny had lost his sheen long ago, and that the lies had always been justified by the electorate’s hip pocket. Thankfully, no longer will this be the case.
December: The Wedding
Yes, on December the 15th I married my bride, Sarah. This signalled the end of the first stage of my life, as I settled down and became a responsible member of society.
That’s what I told Sarah, anyway.
To the pub!
Well, that about sums up all the important events of 2007. I’m off to Tasmania for the honeymoon, and will be back at the end of January. Bon voyage!
Postlude: I would like to wish a quick congratulations to Mr Nicholas J. Broadbent, and his magnificent fiancée Mel. Nice one!
U.S. forces give the nod It’s a setback for your country Bombs and trenches all in rows Bombs and threats still ask for more
Divided world the CIA Who controls the issue You leave us with no time to talk You can write your own assessment
Sing me songs of no denying Seems to me too many trying Waiting for the next big thing
Will you know it when you see it High risk children dogs of war
Now market movements call the shots Business deals in parking lots Waiting for the meat of tomorrow
Sing me songs of no denying Seems to me too many trying Waiting for the next big thing
Everyone is too stoned to start emission People too scared to go to prison We’re unable to make decisions Political party line don’t cross that floor
L. Ron Hubbard can’t save your life Superboy takes a plutonium wife In the shadows of Ban the Bomb we live
Sing me songs of no denying Seems to me too many trying Waiting for the next big thing
I want to make it perfectly clear that when I joined the Labor Party I accepted and understood what the policy was for Australian joint facilities…and that is a policy I unreservedly accept.
Does this go for everything that Peter Garrett used to stand for? Never again will the line “How do we sleep when our beds are burning?” rouse any kind of emotion in this music fan.
Sure, as Mr Garrett is quick to point out, all the other pollies have performed countless backflips in their careers. Unlike Mr Garrett though, most other pollies weren’t handed a free ride into parliament, along with a quick rise up the ranks, due to their status as a well-loved political activist.
Shame, Mr Garrett, shame. I am taking 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 off my playlist.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
Congratulations to Jackson Harrison, pianist extraordinaire and founding member of seminal MHS jazz group Tremolo, on winning the National Jazz Award at the Wangaratta Festival yesterday.
No Way S.R.A.
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October 8, 2008 6:56 am | 
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