Indian Suburbs.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
What is truly important...
Crows (minor) Premiers 2005
It was with great excitement that I checked the footy scores this morning. Our best finish ever..... and I haven't been around to watch a moment of it! Ten games in a row! A final victory to clinch the title against a side that hasn't lost in twenty appearances and rarely EVER loses at Subiaco! Tremendous indeed.
I tried to revel in the moment andlet myself get caught up in the excitment this would normally inspire for me. In certain ways I can't remember a more exciting or happy time in my life as that of September in 1997, 1998. And surely we are primed for a bit more of that?!? But I have no-one to share it with (Football inspires very little in Dave, though he did comment on Neil Craig being his hero growing up ' I had his number on me Sturt guernsey'.... Blah blah blah - This is the CROWS! These are Mighty Warriors of Pigskin Wars! These are the Knights of SA who wear the colours of Red, Yellow and Blue! The Mighty Adelaide Crows!!!). And the only possibility of watching any part of their glory is in a highlights format one week after the event.... *sigh* Not even a call today from my parents who have called consistently throughout the year during television broadcasts or after they return from the game.
In fact, this entire season the only reasonable footy talk is that of the highly unsatisfactory and annoying sort. All I get over here is a Victorian who works in an office near me. The type who constantly scoffs at the crows, our abilities and likelihood to ever win and has conveniently no recollection of 97 and 98. One of those Victorians who instead of looking realistically at how teams have performed throughout the season states that without a doubt St Kilda will win it. I suppose I will ask him, in the most serene and concerned manner I can muster how his team, Collingwood, finished up this year...
Woe is Heather.
There is some for of relief in sight though. Come the Grand Final, it is played live on Sky if I wish to get up at 3 in the morning. Might buy myself a six-pack, deck myself out in the appropriate colours and cheer quietly (so as to not wake Dave) as the boys storm to another famous victory.....
CROWS 2005 PREMIERS!
It was with great excitement that I checked the footy scores this morning. Our best finish ever..... and I haven't been around to watch a moment of it! Ten games in a row! A final victory to clinch the title against a side that hasn't lost in twenty appearances and rarely EVER loses at Subiaco! Tremendous indeed.
I tried to revel in the moment andlet myself get caught up in the excitment this would normally inspire for me. In certain ways I can't remember a more exciting or happy time in my life as that of September in 1997, 1998. And surely we are primed for a bit more of that?!? But I have no-one to share it with (Football inspires very little in Dave, though he did comment on Neil Craig being his hero growing up ' I had his number on me Sturt guernsey'.... Blah blah blah - This is the CROWS! These are Mighty Warriors of Pigskin Wars! These are the Knights of SA who wear the colours of Red, Yellow and Blue! The Mighty Adelaide Crows!!!). And the only possibility of watching any part of their glory is in a highlights format one week after the event.... *sigh* Not even a call today from my parents who have called consistently throughout the year during television broadcasts or after they return from the game.
In fact, this entire season the only reasonable footy talk is that of the highly unsatisfactory and annoying sort. All I get over here is a Victorian who works in an office near me. The type who constantly scoffs at the crows, our abilities and likelihood to ever win and has conveniently no recollection of 97 and 98. One of those Victorians who instead of looking realistically at how teams have performed throughout the season states that without a doubt St Kilda will win it. I suppose I will ask him, in the most serene and concerned manner I can muster how his team, Collingwood, finished up this year...
Woe is Heather.
There is some for of relief in sight though. Come the Grand Final, it is played live on Sky if I wish to get up at 3 in the morning. Might buy myself a six-pack, deck myself out in the appropriate colours and cheer quietly (so as to not wake Dave) as the boys storm to another famous victory.....
CROWS 2005 PREMIERS!
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
The Return of the Blog
It has been too long between blogs, so much so that I doubt my large fan base continues to check it each day.
And just why is this Heather? Well, largely for the reasons I said in the blog below: I’m too busy, I can’t be bothered. I don’t like any of you enough.
These are all de-motivating factors.
Another influence on my inaction is… well… that nothing that interesting ever actually happens to me. This will surprise and shock a number of you that have placed me on that pedestal for so long, but really – when it comes down to it – what truly interesting things happen in the life of Heather?? Answer: Fuck all. I re-read this stuff and make myself slightly nauseas – I diss the confusion of London life, I moan about the smallest thing Dave does, I tell you exactly what I eat for dinner in a restaurant. I mean really - Does the world really need another blog filled with the self-indulgent musings of someone rather mediocre? WHY ARE YOU READING THIS???
Furthermore –looking back at the blog about the London bombs (which isn’t a hugely important story at all, but unusual in my life and therefore a cut above the rest) … well…im not too sure what to follow that with. It seems sort of cheap to follow something that in writing was like therapy to me - with heady tales of shopping on Oxford Street or some petty lament over an insignificant sentence Dave may have said (or more likely – may not have said). To write something quite serious and switch immediately to the frivolous detracts from the whole point, doesn’t it?
But I’m typing now as though I am some great conscience–driven writer with a and a delicate and well-thought out message to spread to the masses. Which we all know couldn’t be further from the truth. Writer - I am not, Conscience – it wanes here and there, Message – hell no. Right now I am writing as though it is important for each blog to be an improvement on the one before, for each to be a perfect fit with the next. But that is impossible – and downright boring! So rather than chase villains, seek danger or crusade for humanity in an attempt to top one unusual blog, I will revert to the same old, same old.
Which means being petty.
And what better place to start than Georgia’s blog.
Well. Well, well. Well, WELL, well, well.
A new bog on the block I see. One that has photos immediately. (insert sarcasm) How impressive.
Georgia and Pete muscling into my territory. Cant say im particularly surprised, what with the way Georgia has been mimicking me for years. First it was the clothes, then it was the hair, then came the ‘older boyfriend’. A blog?!? Didn’t bat an eyelid.
For those few people interested, it can be seen at:
http://geordyrose.blogspot.com/
(although I would like to say that there was plenty of alcohol in the house, we just didn’t want to share it with them).
And just why is this Heather? Well, largely for the reasons I said in the blog below: I’m too busy, I can’t be bothered. I don’t like any of you enough.
These are all de-motivating factors.
Another influence on my inaction is… well… that nothing that interesting ever actually happens to me. This will surprise and shock a number of you that have placed me on that pedestal for so long, but really – when it comes down to it – what truly interesting things happen in the life of Heather?? Answer: Fuck all. I re-read this stuff and make myself slightly nauseas – I diss the confusion of London life, I moan about the smallest thing Dave does, I tell you exactly what I eat for dinner in a restaurant. I mean really - Does the world really need another blog filled with the self-indulgent musings of someone rather mediocre? WHY ARE YOU READING THIS???
Furthermore –looking back at the blog about the London bombs (which isn’t a hugely important story at all, but unusual in my life and therefore a cut above the rest) … well…im not too sure what to follow that with. It seems sort of cheap to follow something that in writing was like therapy to me - with heady tales of shopping on Oxford Street or some petty lament over an insignificant sentence Dave may have said (or more likely – may not have said). To write something quite serious and switch immediately to the frivolous detracts from the whole point, doesn’t it?
But I’m typing now as though I am some great conscience–driven writer with a and a delicate and well-thought out message to spread to the masses. Which we all know couldn’t be further from the truth. Writer - I am not, Conscience – it wanes here and there, Message – hell no. Right now I am writing as though it is important for each blog to be an improvement on the one before, for each to be a perfect fit with the next. But that is impossible – and downright boring! So rather than chase villains, seek danger or crusade for humanity in an attempt to top one unusual blog, I will revert to the same old, same old.
Which means being petty.
And what better place to start than Georgia’s blog.
Well. Well, well. Well, WELL, well, well.
A new bog on the block I see. One that has photos immediately. (insert sarcasm) How impressive.
Georgia and Pete muscling into my territory. Cant say im particularly surprised, what with the way Georgia has been mimicking me for years. First it was the clothes, then it was the hair, then came the ‘older boyfriend’. A blog?!? Didn’t bat an eyelid.
For those few people interested, it can be seen at:
http://geordyrose.blogspot.com/
(although I would like to say that there was plenty of alcohol in the house, we just didn’t want to share it with them).
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