Anthony Malloy

War began a little over an hour ago. Channel 7, Channel 9, the ABC, BBC, CNN – they all have coverage.

But what about good old Channel 10? They are repeating an episode of Neighbours from 1987. Now why doesn’t this surprise me?

Sign #349 – You didn’t realise that your favourite band had released a new greatest hits cd.

Sign #350 – You don’t bother buying it because you have all the songs in the original mixes anyway.

So, it looks like Gulf War 2 is only 24 hours away.

I was living in South Melbourne when Gulf War 1 broke out. I remember a large piece of graffiti, scrawled in black, that read ‘If war breaks out go to the city square’. I can’t remember where it was, maybe on the old Sandridge rail bridge that once ran through South Melbourne.

Now the bridge has gone and the city square is a sand pit with a Starbucks where the office set can play bocce in their lunch hour. I wonder where the protesters will go this time?
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The 80’s are alive and well and Gordon Gekko has moved in to the body of my office mate. For the past few days he has been sitting on the ComSec site monitoring the rise and fall of his selected stocks in excruciating detail. He prints graphs, he’s taken to reading the business section of The Age, he watches the buy/sell numbers like a hawk. In short, he’s obsessed.

The best bit, however, is when he gets on the phone to his elderly mother and offers advice or gloats on the $500 he just made. She’s as deaf as a piece of 4 by 2 and he has to repeat everything at an ever increasing volume. Today though came the crowning glory. He refused to say the name of the stock he was talking about; obviously I can not be trusted with such delicate information.

All this wheeling and dealing still doesn’t cover up his b.o. It seems the wanna-be nouveau riche still smell.

Our Ebaying efforts continue and thanks to a particularly viscous bidding battle we are another $100 closer to getting the new television.

We’ve just sold a Godfather Box Set on DVD still in its original wrapper for $97. It had sat on $71 for four days. Early this morning it snuck up to $81 and in the last 30 seconds went from $90 to $97.

This really is an addictive pastime.

Googlert just notified me that I owe more than US$30,000 in noncustodial child support payments in Massachusetts .

I don’t know how I can look at myself in the mirror. That’s a heap of money for someone who has only ever been to San Fransisco.

Behold, the sacred Sherrin, featuring the signatures of Matthew Richardson and Wayne Campbell – the gods of Tigerland.

A perfect day for a perfect start to a season destined to go nowhere.

On an absolutely glorious late summers day the Tigers held their jumper presentation and family day today at Punt Rd. Under blazing sun and blue sky we wandered around, checking out the players and the entertainment on offer.

The players were by and large a good bunch. Wayne Campbell was very approachable, Spud (the coach, Danny Frawley) was fantastic with Phee but Richo was so surly. I suppose when you’re paid three quarters of a million a year to play footy and do nothing else it might be a bit much to crack a smile for the people who help pay your wages. Any ways, I got my footy signed by Campbo and Richo, we got some photos and saw the presentation. Given Richmond’s current form this may well be the highlight of the year.

Go Tige’s.

Have a look at some pictures – Tiger Family Day 2003 Pictures.

Further more to Phee’s birthday….

So there’s the Barbie’s, the pencils, the clothes, the toys but what is the number one present for this year, her seventh birthday?

The number one gift for 2003 is a calculator.

Yes, a calculator.

Phee has whiled away the afternoon lying on her bedroom floor, doing addition and subtraction on her spanking new calculating machine and writing the problems down in a notebook. What’s even stranger is that she only seems to choose combinations that give the result as 12.

That’s my girl.

Phee’s birthday this year shares its name with a certain movie and it can’t be a mere coincidence because a McDonalds kids party has nothing on the assorted horrors Brad Pitt came across.

The yelling, the running, the screaming, the horror (have you ever had to eat a happy meal?). It was all there. That and a very happy seven year old until it was time to go, then it all ended in tears. Next year it’s a few friends and a film at The Astor.