Anthony Malloy

If you happened to notice a 33 year old man (and I use that term loosely) wandering the streets of Williamstown this evening who had half a double scoop gelati plastered across his freshly grown goatee it most probably was me.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time, a nice wander around Willy after dinner, looking at the great old houses whilst eating an ice-cream. The whole plan came unstuck though when cute ice-cream girl gave us both cones with a fault lines running through the middle. It wasn’t long before the coffee gelati was everywhere except the cone and with the one measly serviette saturated by the long gone lemon that had already leaked it became a sticky walk.

Home now, all exercised, washed and relaxed. Could only be better if tomorrow was Saturday instead of Friday.

After the flood (in the sense of a one comment flood) of questions regarding my criteria for supporting a sporting team I thought I should put up a convenient explanation.

a) The Tigers

I’m a Richmond Football Club supporter born and bred. Thankfully my grandfather, whom I’m lead to believe once trained with the club, got to me before my Dad (Magpies) or Mum (St Kilda) could. For this I shall be eternally grateful. I hate Collingwood supporters and the thought I could have been one sends shivers down my spine.

For the Tiges I have everything, from a #10 jumper signed by Kevin Sheedy to a tie for footy season Fridays and the Mondays after we win. I’ve only had a membership for three years, 2004 being my 4th, so I’ve probably only see about 60 games.

b) The Canucks.

1999 and I’m on holiday in Vancouver. It’s the last night of my three week stay and Jen, the gal I was staying with, suggested we go see a hockey game, it was the Vancouver Canucks at home to the Colorado Avalanche. Three hours later and I was hooked, even though we lost in OT. Speed, skill, brute force – who could ask for more? I’ve tried to listen to every game since and have got involved with Melbourne’s team in the national ice hockey competition – check www.melbourneice.com, it’s the site I did for them.

Canuck stuff is like gold to me. I’ve managed to get one of each of their jersey’s (home/away/alternate) and thanks to Ebay and generous Canuck fans I’ve picked up other odds and ends. I’d kill for one of their retro jerseys.

I’ve only seen the one game and in all likelyhood, that will be all I ever get to see.

c) Bolton Wanderers

My latest team is the Bolton Wanderers of the English FA Premier League. Thanks to the generosity of the Mayor of Audiville and his latest business I’m now a Bolton Wanderers follower. Even though I still don’t really get the offside rule I’ve got the shirt, and I think that’s what really counts.

Haven’t seen a game yet. Maybe one day.

To add to my growing collection of international sporting tops I present The Bolton Wanderers of the English Premier League. This one’s special though, it’s personalised with my name and the legendary number 17.

Not enough ways to say thanks to Mr Mightier Than.

Oh dear god, PT Barnum was right, I couldn’t help myself.

Rae and had an Enjo do this afternoon and I couldn’t be stopped. Everything seemed so good; it cleaned, it cleaned quick and took no effort so I wanted one of everything. Thankfully Rae managed to hold me back to a kitchen glove and the amazing chamois thing. We had a very wise demonstrator, she let me use the chamois to finish off my car that I was cleaning. One swipe – I was sold and she was a lot better off for her afternoon’s effort.

Now I have to wait a week until I have one of those wonders in my hand. I swear I’ll be washing my car every afternoon, just ’cause I can.

Found out today that I share my birthday with Fin, the Vancouver Canucks mascot.

And Parker Stevenson.

A whale and a Hardy boy, who could ask for more?

To the person who looked up ‘my address‘ on google and ended up here, here’s a tip.

Walk outside. Look at the name of your street. Look at the number outside your place.

That’s your address. I don’t know what it is.

A couple of weeks ago Nigel had a job and no web site.

Now Nigel has a web site and no job.

Taking a little dose of retrenchment in his stride Nigel has launched Mightier Than, his own freelance copywriting business. Within one week he wrote the site, I built it and now he’s ready to take on the world so if you need a bit of the world’s best feelance copywriting take a look at www.mightier-than.com and contact Mightier Than.

Or if you want a web site in a week, give me a call.

Bit warm today, temperature is touching 39 outside so it’s beer weather. So, you are all asking, what is Tony drinking?

Indian Pale Ale – at the moment from the Malt Shovel Brewery but as soon as Goat get their supplies out to our local bottle shop we’re switching to the sublime Mountain Goat IPA.

Who said nothing good ever came Empire building or beer?

Finally got my copy of Revenge (off Ebay), and it’s just as great as I rembered. Made me realise though that kids these days don’t get to have a favourite side. Side B (it was a tape) was always my favourite, even though all the singles were on Side A.

To take me back a little I paused between 5 & 6. I’m old and sad, but have good music.

It’s cyclic, must be.

Flash back to 1984. My school up until then, St Colman’s, had amalgamated with the girls school across the road, Sacred Heart, to form a new co-ed secondary school, Notre Dame College (what a shocker of a site NDC!). Toward the end of the year we held some sort of sports carnival and I, along with a couple of mates (I think it was Joe and Simon, willing to stand corrected by those with a better memory). decided creating a time capsule would be a good idea to get of going to the sports day.

So the day rolls around and we’ve done bugger all about it. After the rest of the school left we raided classrooms and managed to find enough utter rubbish to fill two tubes. (we’d asked for a 30cm wide tube – the store didn’t have any so we got 2 15cm tubes instead. Nice logic there.) God only knows what’s going to be in there, we didn’t keep a list. The terrible thing is that there is, apparently, a plaque where we buried the damn thing and I’m told it has our names on it. I can’t remember when the opening date is, my only hope is that the there will be a highly localised earthquake that swallows exactly the one metre of earth and the plaque that covers it. Save that I may have to change my name in case they track me down and ask me to come to the digging up.

Flash forward 19 years and I was reminded of this today when the Blairgowrie Yacht Squadron called to ask for a copy of their web site (www.bys-aus.com) on CD. It’s going in to a time capsule for twenty five years this coming Sunday. I’m going to have include technical information so some computer historian can attempt to recreate it in 2038. I’ll only be 58 when it’s dug up, maybe I should put my mobile number and email address in with it. Should be good for a laugh come its time.