I read the Andrew McGahan book, Underground, yesterday. After a good set up in the first half of the book - the citizenship test was a laugh, as one example - the second half seemed to lose its way, ending up with a climax that was so err silly that it could have been thought up by South Park or Team America World Police. I won't give anything away, apart from the TAWP phrase, 'durka durka'. And it had gotten to over halfway through so well, as well.
Has been a quiet weekend. Did bugger all yesterday apart from read, and today is the day of days of Australian motorsport. The Bathurst 1000 - or, as was repeated ad nauseum today, the winner today got the inaugural Peter Brock Trophy. I was fine with the nine car tribute lap, the moment of silence, but thought things went a bit over the top with the prayer and Iva Davies singing 'We Can Be Heroes' - oh, and I'm suddenly thinking of that ABC 'comedy series' from a couple years ago. Wasn't all that stuff done at the funeral?
Sorry, just having a cynical moment here - Craig Lowndes won, and the tagline from Channel Ten went that the car was Ford, the driver was Holden, the mentor was Brock. Obviously Australian motorsport will have some reference to Brock for the next decade. And as for saying the crowd was there primarily for the remembrance of Peter Perfect, I am sure the Ford fans weren't.
And then the mood wasn't improved by the groan fest that was Aussie Idol. Disco night, oh, let's promote one of our judges with her new album, yippy skip. And then there was not one singer that was actually any better than averagely meh, and two that were downright disgraceful. No prizes for guessing that it was Sideshow Bobby and 'I'll do better next week' Lisa, killing Superfreak, lounge style, and Heart Of Glass, forget the words style, respectively.
Am on the later shift at work this week, so later starts, but means I'm not home until quarter past eight in the evening. My night is going to seem over even before I finish tea - but at least it's only for a week.
Pauly
Has been a quiet weekend. Did bugger all yesterday apart from read, and today is the day of days of Australian motorsport. The Bathurst 1000 - or, as was repeated ad nauseum today, the winner today got the inaugural Peter Brock Trophy. I was fine with the nine car tribute lap, the moment of silence, but thought things went a bit over the top with the prayer and Iva Davies singing 'We Can Be Heroes' - oh, and I'm suddenly thinking of that ABC 'comedy series' from a couple years ago. Wasn't all that stuff done at the funeral?
Sorry, just having a cynical moment here - Craig Lowndes won, and the tagline from Channel Ten went that the car was Ford, the driver was Holden, the mentor was Brock. Obviously Australian motorsport will have some reference to Brock for the next decade. And as for saying the crowd was there primarily for the remembrance of Peter Perfect, I am sure the Ford fans weren't.
And then the mood wasn't improved by the groan fest that was Aussie Idol. Disco night, oh, let's promote one of our judges with her new album, yippy skip. And then there was not one singer that was actually any better than averagely meh, and two that were downright disgraceful. No prizes for guessing that it was Sideshow Bobby and 'I'll do better next week' Lisa, killing Superfreak, lounge style, and Heart Of Glass, forget the words style, respectively.
Am on the later shift at work this week, so later starts, but means I'm not home until quarter past eight in the evening. My night is going to seem over even before I finish tea - but at least it's only for a week.
Pauly
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