Where we sung the team song: We Are TAFE Teachers.
We are TAFE teachers - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end
We are TAFE teachers
We are TAFE teachers
We want a pay rise
Because we deserve it
That's for sure!
Rousing stuff. Queen would have approved.
The Who played Hisense Arena in its previous incarnation as Vodaphone Arena. In a circuitous jump of serendipitousness, We Are TAFE Teachers took a My Generational cue to end up as We are T-Teachers. True.
Then, another blast from the past. Blast from The Past is a Ringo Starr album, and the song went like this:
Ev'rybody's talking about skills reform, higher fees, productivity, contestability, private providers, HECS in TAFE, privatisation, reformation, underpaid, overworked, not safe, casual work, pay justice parity, no trade off, security, no more OTRP*
All we are saying is give TAFE a chance
All we are saying is give TAFE a chance
Tricked you. Lennon has a lot to answer for.
* I dunno.
For no other reason, other than I was there. Here is is a photograph of the new rectangular stadium in Swan Street across the road from Hisense. If you build it, they will take a dive.
Just up the road from Fats... I mean, Shane Warne the Musical, there is a building. Not just any building. 100 Collins Street, 8th floor, is where my orthodontist had his surgery. "Come on through, Anthony."
HE SET himself an enormous challenge, but Baz Luhrmann has pulled off an incredible film in Australia.
The film begins with surprising slapstick and trademark Luhrmann over-the-top humour - a scene featuring Jackman giving himself a bath with a bucket is pure beefcake and proud of it - but settles into a compelling and moving tale that traverses war, race relations, class and the Stolen Generation.
It's a movie with a message, but Luhrmann provides the audience with no shortage of thrills, from a cliffhanger cattle stampede to the bombing of Darwin.
Kidman and Jackman are perfect together, Jackman's broad speaking drover a perfect foil to Kidman's snooty English rose.
Australia features some of the most beautiful photography ever seen in an Australian film, from the Bungle Bungles in the Kimberley to the Northern Territory in the midst of the wet season.
A love letter to the Australian landscape and our history, Australia has international blockbuster written all over it.
The Footy Almanac 2008: The AFL Season One Game at a Time
Relive the joys and sorrows of another year in the life of the people's games with The Footy Almanac 2008. Our motley collection of straight-talking footy fans has banded together to write about what really matters - the on-field action, not the off-field dramas!
Every match, including finals, is reviewed with passion from the grandstands, the barstools and the couches of Australia. It's football as you know and love it.
Like most every other footy fan of my generation, the first Aussie Rules books I read were And the Big Men Fly by Alan Hopgood, The Great Macarthy by Barry Oakley, The Club by David Williamson and The Coach by John Powers. The latter is a chronicle of Ron Barassi's 1977 season coaching North Melbourne, in which North and Collingwood conspired to do Powers a ridiculous favour by having the Roos win the premiership via a grand final replay. Is it possible for Powers to write a book about Dean Bailey and Melbourne?
Since the 1970s, though, I can't remember reading a book about football, apart from those esteemed daily tomes published by the Fairfax family and Rupert Murdoch. That changed recently when I acquired The Footy Almanac, a collection of articles written by a collection of writers known collectively as the Almanackery.
Behind Footy Almanac are John Harms, who you will have read in The Age and seen on ABC's Offsiders; and Paul Daffey, also from the Age, who you will have heard on ABC radio and seen in Ardmona, where he is extremely popular, Wangaratta, Warnambool, Wedouree and even Wullewa... sorry, Mullewa in WA. Both contribute their share of games, too. Harms, the angry man of football, unleashes the full savagery of his short sentence structure on Geelong matches, while Daffey tries, and almost succeeds, in hiding his allegiance to the COR (Cult of Richo).
Naturally, the first thing I did was read about the Melbourne wins. Slowly. Savouring. Every. Moment.
Five minutes later, I got stuck into the rest of the articles. There, among other cultural touchstones, you will discover more Richo, prosciutto, parma-cide, BTO, the Buffalo Springfield, the Odyssey, National Lampoon's Vacation, Kryal Catle, but no fairy-tale ending, not for mad-Kat Harms, anyway.
The Footy Almanac, while not yer great literature, is nevertheless a terrific resource to add to yer footy library. But you know what is wrong with it? I mean really wrong? There are only two of them: Footy Almanac 2007 and Footy Almanac 2008. There should have been a Footy Almanac for every year since 1897.
If Billie Holiday was not dead, and instead was having lunch in the Heidelberg West Subway and happened to glance out the window, she would choke on her parmesan and oregano six-inch with extra chitlins.
You frock up, off to the races, a flutter, couple of drinkies, meet a nice policeman... and wake up the next day, probably hungover, to find yourself bawling, bent over, tits out and under arrest on the front page of the country's biggest selling daily newspaper.
PUBLIC Transport Minister Lynne Kosky has demanded a full inquiry after thousands of furious Oaks Day racegoers were stranded yesterday.
Trains between Flemington and the city failed and tens of thousands more people had peak-hour trips home thrown into chaos, with the same overhead power line fault disrupting services on the Craigieburn, Sydenham and Upfield lines.
AUSTRALIA'S final chance to save the series begins today on a new ground built in the outskirts of Nagpur. The last time the teams met in this neck of the woods the Australians took advantage of a grassy pitch prepared by local officials disgruntled with their governing body.
No such luck has attached itself to Ricky Ponting and his not especially merry men; instead they will be presented with a pitch closer in colour to John Faulkner than Bob Brown. Experts say the surface will break up within three days so the toss will be crucial, especially for the visitors.
In short, if it all goes right - win toss, Gambhir out, set target, Krazy ambush, hold catches, take wickets, India folds - then who knows, easy, we might just pinch a win and square the series. Wouldn't that be nice. Pity the track will be a road. Any word on whether Ganguly has chucked his toys out of the cot this time? It was always on the cards, wasn't it: India go one up, then lay out dead strips to guarantee we can't get them out.
Maybe they will play Talks With Elbows. Hope they do, they forfeit, Straya win, court case, fun, games, shenanigans. The sort of entertainment we've been served the last two series has made sure it is only a matter of decades until Straya v. India is the only Test series in town.
What is up with Tim Lane? That he draws a parallel between the overturned Test match in 2006 and the overturned AFL match in 2006 is fair enough, comparisons are grist to the jouralistic mill. (Lists, too.) That he arrives at his condescending-whitey conclusion based on an imaginary "show of hands" which would show "strong support" for the AFL overturning the result of the St Kilda versus Fremantle match is stepping up to the line in the sand and drawing a very long bow.
Here are two cases in which sports administrations clearly broke
their own rules, yet the public response in each was different.
It's probable this is largely an expression of the perception of
Because the AFL was seeking to arbitrate a fair outcome, its
abuse of its own rules was regarded as not only excusable, but
justified. The ICC, on the other hand, was seen to be pandering to
a powerful lobby group and its abuse of its laws is regarded with
But perhaps we are inclined to be more understanding of crass
pragmatism when it occurs in our own backyard than we are when a
cricket team from the subcontinent is involved.