OK, this is a somewhat gratuitous post. I admit it – it’s all about the title. Couldn’t resist.
I should preface the following by declaring that John Worsfold contributed the most unforgettable and thrilling moment of poetic justice in the history of Subiaco Oval footy when he shirtfronted Hawthorn bullyboy, weight-thrower and general wanker Dermot Brereton on August 18th, 1991. The ecstatic crowd response was something I was part of, for which I thank Woosha, God and the fates for all eternity.
For those who would like to relive that magic moment, here it is:
Of course, Woosha was an intrinsic part of the coming of age of the Eagles, and of the legendary team that took off the club’s inaugural flag in 1992, and repeated the feat in 94. And he coached a succeeding generation to their third Premiership win in 2006. Bouquets, brickbats and bent-low bowings. Thank you, Woosha.
But what happens to this esteemed hard man of WA footy when he gets in front of the camera? It’s like Superman changing into Clark Kent! With the possible exception of Kylie Minogue, John Worsfold would have to be the blandest interviewee of all time. Kyles is urgently in need of a personality transplant, but Woosha’s interview impotence is all about attitude – he refuses to take a stand on anything but not taking a stand on anything! That’s wishy washy, Woosha! Read the rest…
A little later than I would have liked, yes, but this is a scoop – so quiet down ye restless natives, for deliverance is finally upon ye.
Here, now, exclusive to the Boomtown Rap, I’m proud to present for your entertainment and enlightenment an interview with big bad Barry “Brainsnap” Hall, conducted over the phone by yours truly a couple of weeks ago.
During the interview, Bazz explains what those notorious brainsnaps are all about, but not only that – he has one during the interview! And it’s a doozy. So much so that he flung the phone (and other missiles) against the nearest hard surface(s) in his hotel room, and cut us off. I phoned him back once the rubble had settled. He then reveals the three illuminaries of the AFL whose counsel he has sought in learning to manage his anger, and gives us the good oil on Ben “Doof Doof” Cousins.
Crack a VB, turn on yer speakers, make yerselves comfortable…
Goin down the South-West, gonna have meself a time…
Yep, hordes, I’ll be away for a few days, but have I got a scoop lined up for next week, when I return. I have already recorded, secreted away in a safe place, an exclusive interview with none other than big bad Barry “Brainsnap” Hall! And if that wasn’t enough, he’s got news on Cuz, Wayne and Fev AND has one of those famous BRAINSNAPS during the interview! This is beyond podcast – it’s a podblast!
Fail to check in next week and you’ll automatically qualify for the Boomtown Rap Loser of Losers Award for 2008. SO much to look forward to. Whoa – better stop…think I’m fibrillating with the excitement of it all…
Came across a shocking report on news.com today of a Darwin mother dobbing in her serially offending 16 year old son to the cops for stealing. Not only that – she was hoping “the little bastard” would be thrown in the clink, and bemoaned the leniency of the justice system when junior received only a finger tap on the wrist. She was quoted thus: “It annoys me that my taxes are being spent like this. You do the crime, you do the time. It’s the only way you learn.”
Told ya it was shocking. A parent of today advocating her brat be made to face the consequences of his actions? That her own progeny be forcefully educated on the notion of personal responsibility?
Then again, her little shit isn’t a jock, and you’d hope her attitude would be different if he was. Jocks, remember, are a protected species in the wide brown land, born faultless. But we call ourselves a democracy, and one of the great flaws of our system is that we have to pretend to treat everyone approximately equally. One of the rotten fruits of this utopianism is the sort of legal egalitarianism that poor Nick D’Arcy and poor Barry Hall have recently fallen victim to. Read the rest…
After a frustrating delay due to technical issues, the podcasting wrinkles have been ironed out smooth as Hilton’s blue business shirt. So, on with the Hilton interviews.
Hilton, you’ll recall, is one of the legions of mining company employees who have struck serious paydirt in the boom city of Perth, Western Australia.
For those who have just tuned in, in the initial podcast of this 4-part series (see previous post), we learnt that Hilton is a mining company executive in his thirties living his dream as Manager of Documents. Not for him the sweat and grime of the open-cut mines of the far North – Hilton’s office is in a high rise block in St George’s Terrace. Commuting between there and his fine seafront home in the nouveau opulent Perth suburb of Iluka, Hilton enjoys a lux lifestyle with his wife and 2 kids. Wine cellar, Yallingup holiday house, top of the wozza 4WD with a chrome bullbar to die for (and indeed, that’s your guaranteed fate if you’re in a car hit side on by this baby) – Hilton has it all. Read the rest…
So, Ben Cousins finally faces the press…and firmly establishes himself as a true child of the nanny state.
“Deep down I don’t think I really had a choice,” bleated Cuz. “From a medical point of view, drug addiction is an illness. It is a very hard thing for people who have not experienced it to get their head around.”
VERY hard, Benny – cos it’s utter bullshit. Read the rest…
Groan – now the Benny Cousins soapie is taking off in the States. Yep, as the media headlines trumpeted at us, Benny scored a mention on PerezHilton.com. The only noteworthy aspect of the post was the following comment, which earns Perez the inaugural Boomtown Rap Quote Of The Day:
“No one has any idea where he is,” said a person with knowledge of the situation.
Judd at Eagles press conference announcing he’s going home to mummy
Does little Chris Judd really miss mummy and big sis and all those spiffo Caulfield Grammar mates so very much that he has been forced to prioritise them over paltry matters like the Eagles captainship and club loyalty?
Or could it be that he has ducked for the cover of a reliable shield – the sacred cow of family – to opt out of his responsibility to be straight with his now-ex club, team mates and fans (VERY “ex”, going by the content of blogs and forums around the country, which are documenting a new low in relations between the east and west coasts of the AFL-following community…indeed, it seems that Judd’s abandonment of the Eagles has plumbed unchartered depths of bitterness and spite between the ever-warring tribes of East and West). Read the rest…
Alas, I must leave you for a short time, my multitudinous readership. Tomorrow, I fly out to Singapore and from there will be travelling through Malaysia, with the possibility of a few days in Krabi, Thailand (depending on the deals available in Kuala Lumpur). But already, too much information. After all, no one is really interested in another’s travels, are they?
I will be gone 3 weeks, but may pop in to report on this or that, providing either is worthy of the effort.
I had intended to post a blog nominating Adam Selwood for SNAG of the Year, but the AFL tribunal decided he didn’t say what he was reported as saying, and thereby removed him from contention for that coveted award.
Well, the Cousins saga is turning into a bit of a comedy, isn’t it? Cuz seems to be treating it all as a joke, anyway. If today’s media reports are accurate, in the midst of heartfelt public messages of support from family, friends, his coach and the AFL, the lad embarked on a 3 day bender – not quite the response the Eagles would have been looking for in suspending him.
Maybe it’s time to stop treating him with kid gloves. Read the rest…
