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"it's the tone that counts"

it certainly is Tone is certainly is.

may i say I think you are the Richie Benaud of bloggers.

You know who I hate? Those snapperheads who use made up Battlestar Galactica swear words like frak. I effing hate those guys.

Girty: Thanks. And may I add Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

FM: I have absolutle rock all idea why they say frack. I mean, every one here on Earth and everywhere else in the 12 colonies knows they mean fvck. Frack? What's the fracken point? Even the Cylons know frack is fvck!

Oh, come on - Big was fuunny. I think he was only being tongue-in-cheek (I'll leave it there, he's a big [Big?] boy).
Anyway, it's your blog, so your rules have to apply.

13: Yeah, I know he was being TIC, but...

Fair call, Tone.

ShaneO: Nurries.

Smegging frackers - all of youse...

You touting for an ICC position, Tony? 8-)

Just a little OT (or maybe not) - how about an AGB table at this function - where we can heckle it as we see it?

CONTROVERSY, CLASS & CHAMPIONS
Marvel at the mystique and the brilliance of cricket on the sub-continent.
Thursday 7th February, Crown Palladium

Join former Indian all-rounder Ravi Shastri, Dean Jones, Bill Lawry, Merv Hughes and current Bushrangers players as they take an irreverent look at cricket this summer and the One Day Series that follows Friday's KFC Twenty20 match at the MCG.

Ian Cover (MC) and Billy Brownless (co-host) invite you to join them and other cricketing celebrities to the final Lindsay Hassett Club luncheon for 2007/08.

Reading Hansen's decision, maybe Boo was right in saying that Roy brought the whole schemozzle on himself.

Obscure fact ... originally, the name "Hansen" was given to a boy whose father was unkown. "His son" as opposed to "Fredericks son" or "Roberts son" etc.

I used to remind myself of this when Pauline was making my life a misery, she was descended from a bastard.

Am I allowed to call someone a bastard in here Tone?

Reading Hansen's decision, maybe Boo was right in saying that Roy brought the whole schemozzle on himself.

Obscure fact ... originally, the name "Hansen" was given to a boy whose father was unkown. "His son" as opposed to "Fredericks son" or "Roberts son" etc.

I used to remind myself of this when Pauline was making my life a misery, she was descended from a bastard.

Am I allowed to call someone a bastard in here Tone?

damn

Nick: Judging by Big Mal's admission of bunglement, I'd be an asset in that fracking pozzy. An if you're in Melbourne then, we ought to seriously look at getting a table together.


Os: Roy started it in the same way Selwood started it with Headland. And the AFL handled that with exactly the same aplomb as Big Cricket handled Symonds v. Rollerboy. And I'm definitely banning double-commenters, you bastard.

I'm down with all that. And yes, definitely was only jokes, wot got posited above. Some of me best mates are Blaupunkts.

[This post bought to you by HOLDEN HONDA McHOCKALOT Barristers and Solicitors]

Biggy: I wouldn't normally admit this, but some of my best friends are angle-cans.

[This comment is bought to you by Me: Embarrassed for Soliciting]

Nice pub, shame about the beer!

I gotta say though that I'm over cricket; another month of meaningless ODI games, not to mention that 20-20 gibberish. Roll on season 2008, I reckon.

Wicky: The only beer here is Birell.

Sadly, I'm on call from Thursday 7th to Monday 11th (but before a month's holiday!). Was about to read the latest Spanky missive, but wondered (given his predilections) whether it was NSFW...

'Come together

January 31, 2008

India and Australia have been going hard at each other for several years.'

Nick: Oh well. A tag team of Ravi Shastri & Dean Jones vs. Bill Lawry & Merv Hughes might have been worth a look.

And certainly worth a heckle.

The Indians are just a bunch of Chetan Sharmas.

Thankyou. Thankyou. I'll be playing here all week.

I might be up for that. How much?

I can heckle with the best of them. Waldorf or Statler?

Biggy Boyo: Hope you've got a Blues Brothers style chicken wire fence in front of your stage.

Bruce: I'll see if I can find out how much. How many possibles do you know?

It's $105 a head.

Bit steep for me since I just spent $120 on the Ray Davies concert at the Palais.

Fair cop, Tones.

Speaking of bastards, one of my favorite movie lines (third quote down).

Sorry, FOURTH quote down.

tONE: Gold. Third quote's fine, too.

Burt Lancaster is one of the greats. Certainly one of the best role pickers in Hollywood.

Ulzana's Raid, Seven Days in May, The Swimmer, The Train, Elmer Gantry, Sweet Smell of Success (Tony Curtis's best ever role).

French 75's, Tone.

Not to mention The Crimson Pirate, and The Flame And The Arrow! Or maybe not.

Never seen The Swimmer, only read about it. Good?

Good.

Cheers Tone.


Franchot Tone.

Now, what's a cricketing knees up without Uberstormhuhfer Major General Michael Jeffrey's comments on manners on the field? Surely this fellow has something to contribute?

Maybe he should come and give your Nastiness Policy a good looking over?

Your site has won a Blog of the Day Award (BOTDA)

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famous quotes

That rod is gunna hurt Tone. I fear you'll become the last of the straight backs, walking tall amongst us Gibbons, the lesser apes.

If my discussion with CB on Serbian history and culture offended anyone I apologise unreservedly forthwith. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa! :: scourges back simultaneously ::

re. Catholics, it is perfectly acceptable to refer to us as "f*cking Catholics" since that is what we are known best for, or so my Protestant dear ones tell me. Or as put more succintly and to quote the great man himself, King Poppo, king of the Frisians, after his defeat at the Battle of the Boarn, just prior to his death and his peoples forced conversion to Catholicism: "We're all f*cking Catholics now!"

Wen I was at skool, all the Headmasters and Sportsmasters banged heads at a meeting one day and decided to ban "Knick knack paddywhack kick 'em in the head, now the pagans are all dead", "Kill the Micks! Kill the Micks! Kill the Micks!" and other delightful chants wot went on at sporting carnivals.

*nb: Pagans = Angle-cans

'Like the sentiments, Tony. I'm going to the 20-20 match at the MCG tonight and will be very disappointed if the largely bogan crowd don't break every one of your principles while they're good-naturedly chiacking India.

I once owned a pair of Chiaks. Filthy-going-out-shoes of choice for bogans, circa 1983.

Better recognise.

...and WAFL footballers. And *ahem* kiddies on work experience whose mumsy bought for them.

Is WAFL footballer a tautology?

Ever heard of WAFL umpire, ya fucking moran?

And what the hell is a footballer, anyway?

ps: I am going to buy you a filthy going-out shirt for your birthday.

The ODI marketing tagline for 2008.

'See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil'

Harbahjan will perform at the opening ceremony, commando rolling onto the podium before writing the above on Roy's buttocks, using zinc cream. The Indian team will then fly around the MCG while the Australians run across the field attempting to catch (Clarke will fail) the money they are throwing over the side.

I hope there will be no more naughty talk of Mr Roebuck's writing by you nasty bloggers. His articles are absolutely wizard, rather. He's giving us a real treat this weekend, Ginger Beer, he gives us the extra fizzy stuff and we need a good old clean up afterwards.

Wiggins! Speak no evil boy. It's to be a good hard bloggering for you this weekend.

Said the bamboo wielding English man with the jaunty hat.

Nick, rotfl.

And TonyT comes to the podium. "What a fantastic performance, the crowd were fantastic. Before we walked out on the field tonight the commenters were so excited. Wiggins in his first Blog-Of-The-Day did a great job. We did our research, we had a look at all the players, everyone knew their plans." TonyT is also the Man of the Match, and a deserved one given his thinking, typing and then pressing Post.

There were several comments made here over the course of the test(s) in relation to the Indians (and Serbians weirdly) which made me uncomfortable and lowered the tone somewhat.

"Uncomfortable?" FFS. I raised the Serbs purely on the fact that a. the cricket at that time was boring as batshart and b. Serbs keep popping up in the tennis. Pat graciously outlined a probably political scenario that explained the intracultural mores of that region. If that makes you "uncomfortable", then your not going to like being told to take your 'tone', polish it to a high sheen, and shove it sideways up your ...

What was that I was saying about rods and backs?

I didn't think the Serbian stuff Ginger mentioned was at all bad. Nothing wrong with pointing out they are continually fighting their neighbours. Only an idiot would suggest otherwise.

By the way, I don't remember anyone having a go at Novak Djoko and his Serbian pals for that chest beating thing they were always doing at the Aussie Open. But last year a couple of Melbourne Victory players did the same thing and copped a hiding from the press. Apparently it's a super-nationalist insult which gets right up the noses of the Croatians.

I think it was the Victory; I sit to be corrected.

Web boindeller gurlaggle is planning to burst its presents in Bla Bla by tying up with a Chinese rist-o-rantey.

Are they, Germy? Well, farken 'ell!

"So keep one thing in mind: IT IS THE TONE THAT COUNTS, FVCKERS!

Got it?"

Yep, We get it, Tones T - You have exquisitely Victorian sensiblilities. Folks can sledge the wo*gs & go*ks so long as they don't say the the fu*k word. Queen Victoria the First and Second & third would be proud.
what, they still play cricket these days ? Holy good grief !!!

Cheers - this is still a good blog.

Ye are not amused?

While idling my spare moments away with my latest acquisition, being a book of limericks, I came upon this one which I felt too good, if not too prescient, to let it pass. Though Algernon Charles Swinburne was taking the piss out of Lear's limerick I feel that the following deserves to be the final word on this summer's Monkeygate saga:

There was an old man of Dundee
Who molested an ape in a tree:
The result was most horrid,
All arse and no forehead,
Three balls and a purple goatee."

With that, I bid you all good night, sweet repose and a final request that you have your flagellators at the ready for tomorrow's dawn sorry service.

While idling my spare moments away with my latest acquisition, being a book of limericks, I came upon this one which I felt too good, if not too prescient, to let it pass. Though Algernon Charles Swinburne was taking the piss out of Lear's limerick I feel that the following deserves to be the final word on this summer's Monkeygate saga:

There was an old man of Dundee
Who molested an ape in a tree:
The result was most horrid,
All arse and no forehead,
Three balls and a purple goatee."

With that, I bid you all good night, sweet repose and a final request that you have your flagellators at the ready for tomorrow's dawn sorry service.

Sorry about the double post.

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