Anthony Malloy

And here we are, blog entry 500 and it’s being dedicated to….

The Tigers.

Tomorrow Richmond take on Collingwood and the good people at Tigerland have made a great little television ad. We saw it last night and I’m still chuckling over it.

Didn’t see it? Well, to make this blog special you can view it online courtesy of me.

Watch in Windows Media Format. (1.3 meg)
Watch in Real Media Format (1 meg)

For either format you can right click and save the file to your hard drive.

For those who don’t know. Richmond are known as The Tigers and Collingwood, the Magpies.

Apparently I must be a suspicious looking character. My purchase of a book in Yarraville on Saturday morning, some postage at Australia Post and paying my E-bay account sent alarms ringing at Westpac. They called me today asking if the purchases were indeed legit because they appeared fraudulent to the bank.

I assume it’s computers that decided someone was running amok with my card to the tune of $50 over three days. I bet if someone did steal my card and bought a car with it then the bank wouldn’t even notice.

God bless the banks and their computers.

Calling all tippers – especially international guests. Come join my footy tipping competition, it’s free and probably the less you know about the game the better you will do.

It’s simple. Each week there are 8 games of AFL footy played over the weekend starting Friday night. You tip the winner, highest number of correct tips at the end of the year wins a prize that I am yet to think up. If you want to know more – here’s an introduction to footy.

You can join at this page, you’ll get a reminder each week to submit your tips.

In Australian culture there is no more prized trophy than winning the tipping competition. Come join, it’s un-Australian not to.

Selfish people who demand changes to be made immediately (ie while she dictates them to me over the phone) should at least know which site the information is on. They should also realise that I am not employed to sit here doing nothing, just waiting for a call from them. I do work for other people and other people think their work is important too.

Go away foolish person. You have just been moved to the bottom of the pile.

If you live in Melbourne and are having a party please go to Nee Hi Party Shop in Mordialloc and buy your party stuff. They need the money you see; I’m doing their new web site and when you check out their old one you’ll see just how desperately they need my help.

To Rae for the photo on the front page.

I know it doesn’t look right now, but give me a day or two and I shall move stuff around.

Thanks hon.

After the recent Carpal Tunnel diagnosis I finally got to see the specialist today. When I say the specialist, I mean his technician. I spent twenty minutes being zapped up and down my arm all the time being encouraged to relax. Right, sending electric shocks through my body is really conducive to relaxing. This little exercise is worth approx $270.

Then the ‘initial consultation’ with the Neurologist.

Doctor appears.
Doctor looks at results of test.
Doctor tells me yes, you did have an episode but it has abated.
Doctor tells me to go see my GP, he will have the results soon.

And that four minutes is worth approx $220.

So, almost $500 later I know what I already knew. The good thing is I work for the hospital so it’s just imaginary money, the whole lot is bulk billed.

Waste of time – 1. Waste of money – 0. Think I came out on top.

A great weekend in Shepp (well apart from Dad being incredibly ill on Saturday – that man is amazing. 80 years old, gets an ear infection on Saturday evening that was so bad Mum called the doctor and by Sunday morning he’s up chasing the cat around. Constitution of a well constituted Ox.) this past weekend. Lovely weather, good wine, good food and a christening.

My nephew Tom was baptised on the weekend and in a bizarre fit of casting against type I was given the honour of being made godfather. Apart from giving Rae endless opportunities to wheel out her uncanny Brando impersonation I guess it means that I, along with Tess and Sue (Helen must be worried if she needs two godmothers to keep me in check), am responsible for leading him away from the straight and narrow in to a life of sin and debauchery.

Or something like that. I wasn’t really paying attention.

Dad, the old trooper that he is, has always had impeccable timing and tonight is no exception.

We’re up in Shepparton for a family do tomorrow (more of which tomorrow) and everyone’s having a good time. Dad, though, decides to make himself the centre of attention by suddenly contracting an inner ear infection so bad we had to call the doctor. It’s great here in the country; they still make house calls, and on a Saturday night. Admittedly mum and dad will probably have to take a mortage to pay for the visit but after an injection and kindly pat on the shoulder dad is snoring so loud none of us will be able to sleep.

Good to see nothing’s changed in the 16 years since I left to make my name in the big smoke.