Monthly Archives: August 2007

2007 IRB Rugby World Cup

Mood: Waiting With Bated Breath

7 more sleeps to go …

The IRB Rugby World Cup 2007 is being held in France, with the tournament kicking off on 7 September and the Grand Final being played on 20 October (I’m tipping a Wallabies / Springboks Grand Final to be played at Saint-Denis). The best full back in the world is back in top form, so the Wallabies have every chance to bring home the World Cup.

Go Latho. Go you good thing!

Below is a funny I was sent yesterday – all the rules non-rugby fans need to know during the World Cup.

1. From 7 September to 20 October 2007, you should read the sports section of the newspaper so that you are aware of what is going on regarding the World Cup, and that way you will be able to join in the conversations. If you fail to do this, then you will be looked at in a bad way, or you will be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.

2. During the World Cup, the television is mine, the VCR and DVD are all mine, at all times, without any exceptions. If you even take a glimpse of the remote control, you will lose it (your eye).

3. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, I don’t mind, as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without distracting me. If you decide to stand nude in front of the TV, make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I won’t have time to take you to the doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.

4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute, unless I require a refill of my drink or something to eat. You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell from the second floor…it won’t happen.

5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12pm and 3pm, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.

6. Please, please, please!! If you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it’s only a game", or "don’t worry, they’ll win next time". If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about rugby than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce.

7. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying "one" game, hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to "spend time together".

8. The replays of the tries are very important. I don’t care if I have seen them or I haven’t seen them, I want to see them again. Many times, and record them.

9. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because: a) I will not go, b) I will not go, and c) I will not go.

10. But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.

11. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think about saying "but you have already seen this…why don’t you change the channel to something we can all watch??", the reply will be: "Refer to Rule #2 of this list".

12. Please save your expressions such as "Thank goodness the World Cup is only every 4 years". I am immune to these words, because after this comes the reruns of the Rugby World Cup, etc etc.

13. And finally, if you are female and your "man" likes rugby less than you, he is not a real man and shall be bound by these rules and additionally be referred to as "the bitch" for the duration of the World Cup.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Men of the World


Drugs In Sports

Mood: Fed Up

Another day, another sporting legend done for drugs.

I am so over all the hoopla surrounding drugs in sports. Not a day seems to go by without another sports star being reported for their association with drugs. What’s worse is the bullshit we are fed from the sports stars as to how the drugs came to being on or in their person, or where the drug came from.

Today, it was widely reported that Andrew Johns was caught in London in possession of an Ecstasy table. And his initial excuse? Someone he didn’t really know pushed the tablet into his pants pocket and he forgot it was there.

How stupid do you honestly think we are, Joey Johns?

Australians love their sports. What’s more, Australians love their sporting heroes. Whilst a large number of Australians can’t tell you who the first Prime Minister of Australia is, they can rattle off the bowling averages of Shane Warne, or can recall in minute detail the moment when Tony "Plugger" Lockett kicked his 1300th career goal.

Be it the right or wrong thing to do, the revere Australians show to their sports stars puts these people on impossibly high pedestals. Often seen as role models, these sports stars may be ordinary people (albeit with freakish talent in their chosen sport) who do what they have to do to blow off steam, but all too often, they forget that they are constantly in the public eye. So it is that much more disappointing for sports fans to see their idols behave badly and fall from grace.

As I am typing this, the news has just aired the exclusive interview given by Johns about his battle with drugs. He admitted that he has had a problem with drugs for over 10 years, even going so far as to admit that he has used drugs during his stellar career in Rugby League. I have to hand it to him – at least he is honest about his addiction. I was all ready for more bullshit excuses until I saw the news.

The problem of drugs in sports is rife. Johns is not the first to be caught, and sadly, he will not be the last. We have been subject to news reports of the demise of some of our high profile sports stars who have succumbed to the hazards of drugs (recreational or otherwise). We have seen the rise and fall of sports stars including Wendell Sailor (rugby union), Julian O’Neill (rugby league), Ben Cousins (AFL), the entire West Coast Eagles side (AFL), Mark Bosnich (soccer), Martin Vinnicombe (cycling), Mark French (cycling), Darren Clark (athletics), and perhaps the most famous of all, Shane Warne (cricket).

Johns is, after all, a retired footballer and he was caught with the tablet during personal time. Much has been made of his arrest because of his high profile and his tenuous link with the Wallabies preparing for the 2007 IRB Rugby World Cup. And while I am disappointed with the initial crappy excuse, I am pleased that he has openly admitted that he screwed up.

So unlike Shane Warne and the diet pill debacle. Not for one moment am I lambasting Warne for what he has brought to the world of cricket – he is undeniably one of the best spin bowlers the world has seen. However, the way Warne handled himself in the days after he tested positive to a banned substance during a random drug test was laughable. Sent home from the 2003 Cricket World Cup in disgrace, Warne was subsequently banned from playing any form of cricket for one year. Warne’s excuse? His mother gave him the diet pill and told him to take it, because the pill will make him look better on cameras. Hey chubby, here’s a clue – how about laying off the beer and baked beans diet?

The drugs in sports problem is not just confined to Australia. The US Track & Field team is renowned for returning positive drugs tests, the Chinese swimmers too, and the Germans were long suspected of pumping their swimmers full of performance enhancing drugs before major meets. As for behaving badly off the field, well, just about every code of sports has its legends – Diego Maradona, George Best, Eric Cantona just to name a few of the party hardies.

For Johns’ sake, I hope he seeks treatment for his addiction and has the support network around him to get him through the tough times ahead. It’s time to step up and be the role model that so many people see you as, and kick the habit with as much determination and tenacity as you have shown throughout your stellar sporting career.


* The first Prime Minister of Australia is Sir Edmund Barton.

* Shane Warne’s bowling averages are 25.41 (test) and 25.73 (one day internationals). He took 708 test wickets, his last being the scalp of Englishman Andrew Flintoff.

* Tony Lockett kicked his 1300th career goal in 1999 whilst playing for the Sydney Swans at the SCG. Taken after the final siren, Plugger missed the 6-pointer but the behind was enough to spark one of the biggest pitch invasions ever seen in AFL. By the time Plugger was lining up his sights, the Swans had already won the game against Collingwood.

Blood Moon Rising

Mood: In Awe

I witnessed a natural phenomenon tonight. I watched in awe as a total lunar eclipse took place over the skies of Sydney.

A total lunar eclipse occurs when the sun, the earth and the moon line up. The earth’s shadow crosses the moon and completely covers the moon, turning it a bronze and reddish hue before the moon becomes red. These amazing sights will not be seen again until December 2011.

It was absolutely amazing to see the moon changing colours tonight. These are the pics I took with my little digital camera – methinks it’s time for an uprade.

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Miss South Carolina Teen USA 2007, the Babbling Bimbo

Mood: Doh!

Are kids of today getting stupider, or am I just getting older and crankier at stupid kids?

A young lady vying for the crown of Miss Teen USA was "caught off guard" by a wild, out-of-left-field question during the pageant. The resulting answer was nothing short of ridiculous, further proof that the ailing US education system is letting down their kids. Lauren Caitlin Upton, Miss South Carolina Teen USA, was described as a varsity athlete and student leader at Lexington High School, where she graduated in June with a 3.5 GPA.

Question: Recent polls have shown a fifth of Americans can’t locate the US on a world map. Why do you think this is?

Answer: I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because some people out there in our nation don’t have maps, and I believe that our education, like such as in South Africa and the Iraq, everywhere, like, such as, and I believe that they should … our education over here in the US should help the US, or should help South Africa, and should help the Iraq and Asian countries so we would be able to build up our future for it.

I wonder what classes she took to get that incredible GPA of 3.5 – perhaps not geography nor English grammar. Or perhaps she was just, like, taking a leaf out of George W Bush’s book. Her Educator-in-Chief is proof enough that the American education system needs help, and fast. In 2004, Bush acknowledged that "When I came into public office too many republic schools were passing children, grade to grade, year after year, without learning the basics." Um, yes, that would be public schools you meant, right?

You be the judge.

Jager Bombs & Maxolon

Mood: Still Seedy

I was a bit naughty on the weekend. And I learned 2 very important lessons: Maxolon is a wonderful drug, and Jager Bombs are evil.

In light of my imminent overseas holiday, I should really have been saving my pennies to spend on my 3rd holiday for the year. But, instead of taking it easy after an early mark from my training course, I ended up going for a few drinks with a work buddy at our local pub.

How did I get to the point of no return? I have limited excuses – my week was long but not overly taxing: I was on a 2-day off-site training course which turned out to be fairly intense in a good way, and in my 3 days in the office, no one had done anything out of the ordinary to irk me more than usual. Maybe it’s just that time of the year, or maybe it was the weather. Yeah, what the hell, let’s just blame it on the rain.

I had originally planned to drink with Vanora on Friday night. It was to be a relatively quiet affair in the city for Vanora to blow off some steam of her own. As the day wore on, the idea of drinking at all was becoming less and less attractive as I was getting more and more tired, and I pulled the plug on the drinks with Vanora late in the piece. Vanora and I had planned to go to Megan A’s play in Darlinghurst on Saturday night, which helped to ease my guilty feelings of canning the drinks ever so slightly.

I had intended to have a quiet evening, but somehow, I found myself at the Crows Nest Hotel with my new BFF at work for more than just one drink. For about 6 weeks, Aaron and I had been planning to have a drink and a boogie at the Crowie, and Friday night turned out to be a massive, messy night.

Needless to say, a couple of beers led to a couple of CC and dries, which led to a few Jager Bombs, which led to a couple more CC and dries, and a couple more Jager Bombs before switching to water – well and truly too late to be drinking water by that point anyway.

To make the evening more fun, I ran into Suz who was at the pub with her netball team. More drinking ensued with Suz, thanks to Aaron who kept buying the damn drinks.

The details are a little sketchy towards the wee hours of Friday and the early hours of Saturday. The bits and pieces I remember are:

* Dancing with Aaron on the packed dance floor;
* Trying to get a massive Maori man to dance with me;
* Bumping into an old soccer buddy Junior who had to grab me twice before I finally noticed him;
* Telling Aaron I was going to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later to find Aaron had pulled a Keyser Söze;
* Calling Aaron to find that he had indeed pull a Keyser Söze and he was well and truly at home;
* Finding Suz and telling her to stay put while I looked for Junior to bid him farewell;
* Losing Suz when I returned to our meeting point after a 10-minute futile search for Junior;
* Finding Junior’s mates and screaming at them about needing to find Junior;
* Finding Junior and getting a bear hug;
* Stumbling into a taxi and seeing "2:10" on the dashboard clock.

The party purging started around 6am. The first trip was fairly standard. The second trip was on par with my previous party purging experiences. The third trip was slightly out of the ordinary, but not of any great concern. However, the fourth and subsequent trips were completely out of pattern and caused a great deal of worry from my still fuzzy mind. When it became apparent that my body was out of control and the party purges were occurring every 30 minutes, I decided it was time to see a professional.

The doctor was good – he didn’t ask and I didn’t tell. I must have looked like death warmed up and was pitifully begging him to stop my party purges. He went to his drugs room and came back with some Maxolon, which he quickly injected into my arm and sent me back to my bed.

What a wonderful drug. No more party purges. I slept until 5pm and even though I was still feeling very, very fragile, there were definitely no more jolts in my stomach. Better yet, I was actually feeling hungry.

This is one experience I do not ever want to repeat. I have no intention of visiting my doctor for another shot of Maxolon, and there is no way I will be drinking any more Jager Bombs – ever.


* Aaron woke up on the floor of his living room surrounded by the remnants of 3 pies. He does not remember buying the pies nor eating the pies, nor does he remember talking to me on the phone. And he certainly doesn’t remember how it came to being that he passed out on the living room floor. Aaron woke without a hangover and backed up with another major party in Canberra on Saturday night.

* Suz too had a little party purge – hers took place shortly after she got home and she was feeling a little fragile the next day. Suz also backed up on Saturday night.

* The play (called "Angry Young Women In Low-Rise Jeans With High-Class Issues") was awesome, as was the scrumptious Thai dinner that preceded the play.

Sign of the Times

Mood: Amused

Here are some very funny pics my friend Cameron sent to me earlier today.

Dream A Little Dream

Mood: Pondering and Tired

I have had a large number of very strange dreams recently.

Most of the dreams involve an ex-boyfriend from one time of my life or another. There are 2 regular stars, Simon (my most recent ex) and LJP (who I’ve previously blogged about but in a moment of weakness and stupidity, I took down some really great pieces of writing because he was apparently upset by my "lies").

The dreams are quite vivid, and I can generally remember most of the dreams in the first hour after I wake up. The details tend to fade quite quickly after that. After waking from the dreams, I am always tired and grumpy, mainly because the dreams jolt me awake a number of times during the night before I fall asleep again. These dreams are disrupting my good nights’ sleep and I’m completely over them.

Anyhoo, it’s fair to say that dreaming about these two people is freaking me out. Simon and I have not spoken to each other since February 2006, about a month after I left him. After what I thought was a fresh start for me and LJP as friends in March this year, we haven’t spoken since I told him about my blog and he tore me a new one over the entries. So why am I dreaming about my ex-boyfriends?

The dreams with LJP are not too bad – we sit and talk, but then we disagree about stuff and it escalates into a loud disagreement, and then he sits back and looks at me, crosses his arms, smiles, and then disappears.

The ones with Simon are a bit more taxing. In one scenario, he yells at me and I get so upset that I wake up heaving for air, as if I had been crying hysterically to the point where I can’t breathe any more. In another, he is chasing me with what I thought was a knife but he is actually holding a big black torch.

The latest one was the most strange. The dream starts with this girl tapping me on the shoulder. The girl is the spitting image of Simon’s current girlfriend, who he started dating a few months after I left him; who I have never met. She starts talking to me, and then for no reason, she starts yelling at me about something going wrong, and it being my fault even though whatever she is yelling at me about has nothing to do with me. I turn to walk away from her and I run smack bang into Simon, who starts yelling at me about the same thing. I try to tell him it had nothing to do with me but he keeps yelling at me. I turn away from him, but his girlfriend is now double teaming with Simon and I’m sandwiched between them, both yelling at me.

I wake up soaked with sweat, and sometimes, with tears as well. My heart is pounding through my ears and I am gasping for breath, just like I was when I rang my mum the day after I left Simon.

I wish I knew what my dreams meant. And I wish I can stop them. I’m a bit over the whole broken-sleep-due-to-crazy-assed-dreams thing.

I always try to make light of the yucky bits in my life. There is always a silver lining in every cloud – and I have to believe that or I’d never get out of bed and face the world. So, in dealing with my string of trippy dreams, I thought I’d consult the Blogthings Gods.

What Your Dreams Mean?
Your dreams seem to show that you’re very preoccupied with your fears and problems.
These bad dreams indicate that you need to spend more time on your issues during the day.
Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.
Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings.
You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

Crap. I have nothing. No witty comebacks. No self deprecating humour to combat that one. True, I can get quite preoccupied with my problems – look at all the entries about the work situation. I have a large number of insecurities, and I have some very conflicted feelings, especially towards LJP – I want to hate him so much, and I’ve tried that, but ultimately, I still like him, a lot. Which is not a good thing.

Since Simon, I’ve dated but there has been nothing serious. I haven’t let myself get too involved because I just don’t feel I’m ready to get hurt again. So, again, I turned to my Blogthings Gods and asked if I was ready for a new boyfriend.

You are Almost Ready to Date Again
You’re over him… well, mostly.
Truth be told, you still think of your ex on occasion.
Enough to affect any new relationship you may start.
Give yourself time and space – you are 90% there.
And don’t swear off men, just make sure to play the field.

Good. Almost ready is good. I like that answer.

In which case, this entry serves as a warning to the all the lovely men out there. Here’s a sneak peak of what you get with the whole G package.

My Kissing Grade: A-
You are truly an amazing kisser.
Your kisses are extraordinarily mind blowing.
Whether you’re naturally a good kisser or not, you’ve taken the time learn how to be the best kisser possible.
Anyone would be lucky to get a kiss from you!

Off to bed now. I’m hoping for a dreamless night.