Saw Michael Gardiner in a fighters corner at a local boxing event yesty in Werribee. Still looks in Pretty good nick.
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I saw Jade Gresham angrily send back a $25 calamari salad because it didn’t have enough calamari.
after we ran our errands, driver detoured to show me where Michael Gardiner actually lives.Saw Michael Gardiner in a fighters corner at a local boxing event yesty in Werribee. Still looks in Pretty good nick.
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There's always more at a B&S.Billy Brownless stole a girl i was hittin on (i thought successfully) at a b & s ball about 35 years ago. Hated him ever since.
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Was driving along and saw Andrew Mackie standing up at a cafe talking to someone who was seated. Glanced down, and noticed he was talking to Jonathon Brown. Then, saw Mackie walk out wearing New Balance trainers. No hat. Nice hair though. Can't confirm if Brown was eating chicken.
Was a very stop-start intersection, that's true.You must have been driving very slowly to be able to observe all of this.
Was a very stop-start intersection, that's true.
I mean, you're not going to identify New Balance trainers if you're driving at 60 kph.
And your damp ones would have reflected the light from the street light or headlights.You never know... A speeding cop car screeched to a halt and arrested me for having a pee late one night in Albury... In court the police statement was "blackshadow was spied with penis in hand" - this was in the dark with a car going fast enough that it skidded to a stop... That cop would have spotted New Balance trainers at 60 kph without a doubt.
Was at Westfield Plenty Valley K-Mart a few weeks ago and saw Matthew Kreuzer. He was in the homewares section with his wife looking at air fryers. I now want an air fryer.
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Had a ‘Close encounter of the Beveridge kind’ This was after Luke's first year as coach (2014??) Bit of a short story approach ... so buckle in
I was at a take-away in North Melbourne, hovering in front of the bain-marie trying not to be seduced by their crinkle cut chips. Now these crinkle cut chips are the finest I’ve come across, and seeing that I’ve begun to spread in my middle age and am now mindful of what I eat, it was taking all my willpower to resist their charms. I turned to my left as I waited to be served and to my delight, Luke Beveridge was just a few metres away ordering a sandwich. The attendant was piling on chopped raw carrots and weed-like lettuce and alfalfa and all sorts of health-nut stuff and, though I wasn’t conscious of it at the time, this had an effect on me the way Chris Judd’s healthy diet influenced his teammates when he first arrived at Carlton. As I was then attended to, I spurned the crinkle cut chips and ordered something a little more disciplined. I bought 3 steamed dim sims. Nah, just kidding. I ordered a chicken schnitzel sandwich. “And pile on a whole bunch of lettuce,” I instructed, to which I added a belated “please.”
The ‘whole bunch of lettuce’ was Luke’s influence, as I wasn’t in a lettuce mood. Anyhoo, with Luke inspiring this healthier choice, I then felt an urge to say thanks for the great season we’d had. I noted that he hadn’t got a sense of me, so I was able to study him surreptitiously for a moment or so, and the thing that really struck me is that his neck is nowhere near as formidable in real life. On TV, Beveridge’s neck is an imposing trunk, but here in the take-away, it was just your regular thick; no more remarkable than the neck of a built tradie. I kind of felt disappointed by this, because on TV he has the neck of a superhero. This real life encounter, however, diminished its powers.
“Hey Luke,” then popped out of my mouth. I had his attention. “Thanks for the great year. We’re all real proud of you.”
“Thanks mate,” Luke replied. But in a way that conveyed ‘I’m real uncomfortable talking to complete strangers in take-away joints, especially seeing that the last time I did, the fan chewed me ear for an hour.’
This transmission was received crystal clear at my end, and I did my best to transmit back, ‘Not a problem; never planned to take it any further; no offence taken; you must suffer that sh*t all the time.’
Of course, my reading of his transmission – if indeed there was a transmission – was just my senses running wild. You do that when you’ve intruded into the world of the famous in assessing whether you’ve embarrassed yourself. If he did indeed transmit anything, it may very well have been, ‘I’m really flattered. Gee thanks. Sort of feeling awkward, though, because you’re coming across all gushing.’
Either way, whatever his transmission (if indeed there was a transmission!), I only hope my transmission was received, lest he’d thought he’d put me off-side.
Mate, that is a bloody fine first post. good spelling, neatly spaced etc. Top job
Ironic..Waisted on hear.
Had a ‘Close encounter of the Beveridge kind’ This was after Luke's first year as coach (2014??) Bit of a short story approach ... so buckle in
I was at a take-away in North Melbourne, hovering in front of the bain-marie trying not to be seduced by their crinkle cut chips. Now these crinkle cut chips are the finest I’ve come across, and seeing that I’ve begun to spread in my middle age and am now mindful of what I eat, it was taking all my willpower to resist their charms. I turned to my left as I waited to be served and to my delight, Luke Beveridge was just a few metres away ordering a sandwich. The attendant was piling on chopped raw carrots and weed-like lettuce and alfalfa and all sorts of health-nut stuff and, though I wasn’t conscious of it at the time, this had an effect on me the way Chris Judd’s healthy diet influenced his teammates when he first arrived at Carlton. As I was then attended to, I spurned the crinkle cut chips and ordered something a little more disciplined. I bought 3 steamed dim sims. Nah, just kidding. I ordered a chicken schnitzel sandwich. “And pile on a whole bunch of lettuce,” I instructed, to which I added a belated “please.”
The ‘whole bunch of lettuce’ was Luke’s influence, as I wasn’t in a lettuce mood. Anyhoo, with Luke inspiring this healthier choice, I then felt an urge to say thanks for the great season we’d had. I noted that he hadn’t got a sense of me, so I was able to study him surreptitiously for a moment or so, and the thing that really struck me is that his neck is nowhere near as formidable in real life. On TV, Beveridge’s neck is an imposing trunk, but here in the take-away, it was just your regular thick; no more remarkable than the neck of a built tradie. I kind of felt disappointed by this, because on TV he has the neck of a superhero. This real life encounter, however, diminished its powers.
“Hey Luke,” then popped out of my mouth. I had his attention. “Thanks for the great year. We’re all real proud of you.”
“Thanks mate,” Luke replied. But in a way that conveyed ‘I’m real uncomfortable talking to complete strangers in take-away joints, especially seeing that the last time I did, the fan chewed me ear for an hour.’
This transmission was received crystal clear at my end, and I did my best to transmit back, ‘Not a problem; never planned to take it any further; no offence taken; you must suffer that sh*t all the time.’
Of course, my reading of his transmission – if indeed there was a transmission – was just my senses running wild. You do that when you’ve intruded into the world of the famous in assessing whether you’ve embarrassed yourself. If he did indeed transmit anything, it may very well have been, ‘I’m really flattered. Gee thanks. Sort of feeling awkward, though, because you’re coming across all gushing.’
Either way, whatever his transmission (if indeed there was a transmission!), I only hope my transmission was received, lest he’d thought he’d put me off-side.