Undercurrents

Like sanity at a One Nation convention, this blog hasn’t been afforded much regard of late. Addressing a gnawing curiosity whether I had a decent story in me and whether I had the skill to regurgitate it in a compelling and entertaining fashion has been a heck of an experience over the past 12 months….

The 7 Wonders of Reservoir

Sure, it might be pronounced Reserv-war by the beau monde, who sneer upon the streets upon streets upon streets of urban decay I’ve called home the past dozen years.   But the fembot voice of Metro trains intones Reserv-wa, so we cling to at least one semblance of raffinement. Approximately 2km beyond the outer reaches of Melbourne’s Hipsterville (Bell Street being…

Decoding the MRP: My brain hurts

A recent study of NFL footballers’ brains found 99% tested suffered a disease associated with head injuries. The report by the Journal of the American Medical Association studied 202 deceased athletes – just over half from the NFL. All but one former player was found to have chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE). Reports of this alarming nature go back several years…

Round 18 – Collingwood v West Coast: Twin Peaks

If you’re struggling to get your head around the new season of Twin Peaks and all its weekly digressions and complexities, try spending a season in the Black and White lodge. The latest episode was a doozy… I’ll see you again in 25 years Well, you’d reckon 25 years a conservative estimate not so long ago, and a river of tears has…

For the love of Collingwood, it’s time Ed

After endless speculation Nathan Buckley’s coaching career appears it may be slowly, achingly lowered into the ground. Eddie McGuire’s tenure must surely be as tenuous . Oddly, El Presidente has thus far escaped the same level of scrutiny. When Ed took on the role the club was a basket case. It’s been a rollercoaster 20 year ride, but the undeniable fact is the club is once…

Panic

Finding the AFL meat market all a bit depressing/confusing/addictive? With club movers and shakers in a panic, holding our future happiness in their hands, I thought I’d find some inspiration from the equally depressing/confusing/addictive Smiths to get me through… to the draft. After all, as Moz says, meat is murder. Panic on the streets of…

No one should have expected the Hughes inquisition

Few Australians, let alone cricket fans, haven’t bared witness to the Phil Hughes tragedy. It’s plain to see what happened in public view on camera and played ad nauseam over the ensuing days. A freak accident, one that simply couldn’t have been avoided with the helmet technology at hand, the rules of cricket or accepted tactics to…

Bowie’s best & less known gems

By the 1990’s radio and MTV had long passed on playing David Bowie’s new stuff.  Despite being light years ahead of contemporaries, apparently Ziggy was a fading star. As the fan base dwindled and failed to replenish, only true Bowiephiles remained in on the secret. It took the great man’s shock passing in January to jog the world’s memory of…

The reluctant coach

Auskick and other kids’ clinics aside, I’ve never had the urge to spoil my enjoyment of sport by coaching or refereeing.   Those thankless tasks for extroverts and masochists… Spectating or playing is my go, however average I am at those capers too. Alas, three times this year I’ve had to stand in for my kids’ soccer coach.  Notwithstanding my limited grounding in futbol and that…

Election Day cray

As published by mX, 9 September 2013 “I’m a violent, paranoid schizophrenic”. The 15 hour-long day of an AEC polling official certainly has its moments.  This is how one lady of advancing years chose to introduce herself to a fellow ordinary vote issuing officer. I’d never seen a real life Monty Python sketch before, until…

Collingwood v Fremantle: Low

As a self confessed Bowiefile, one can’t help but align a certain soundtrack to this mid season Friday night clash between lowly combatants Collingwood and Fremantle. Drifting into my solitude the stark, desolate soundscapes of Warszawa, Art Decade, Weeping Wall and Subterraneans circled my mind and figuratively around a cavernous MCG ‘filled’ by 20,000 frigid faithful.  Not since 1940…

Collingwood v Essendon; A hiding to nothing

Pre-game nerve settlers at the Prince Patrick with my mate ‘Tarpey’ (as in the battling backman from our Vic Park days) are generally reserved for auspicious occasions such as Prelims and Grand Finals. It’s ANZAC Day 2016 but those heady days of Magpie relevance are fading into the mid distance. Even the pub is further than I recall from…