Tony the Teacher thinks Wayne Carey’s greatest crime of all was against good taste in fashion (and who could question Tony’s expertise?).
Indeed. Who?
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Volleys - or DVs to us haute couturiers.
Posted by: Tony T | 02 April 2008 at 12:30
And I can testify that that fashion plate Tony has got the Volleys with the snazzy green trim, not the tacky blue trim.
Posted by: Nabakov | 02 April 2008 at 14:46
Although what's up with your big blue balls?
Posted by: Nabakov | 02 April 2008 at 14:47
What blue balls?
Posted by: Tony T | 02 April 2008 at 14:50
There's a red spot on one of your balls. Better get a checkup.
Posted by: Francis Xavier Holden | 02 April 2008 at 21:14
It's a tick from the Ball Foundation.
Posted by: Tony T | 02 April 2008 at 21:39
Why do teachers have bigger balls than Firemen?
They sell more tickets.
Posted by: Francis Xavier Holden | 02 April 2008 at 21:50
There's a bit of the Danny Frawleys in that pose Tone.
Posted by: Bruce | 03 April 2008 at 10:22
Yeah? No.
Posted by: Tony T | 03 April 2008 at 10:55
And from one extreme to another in India.
25 for thousands in the first test, India skittled before lunch on day 1 in the next.
Posted by: Bruce | 03 April 2008 at 17:22
That's a good pic Tone, although I pictured you as taller.
PS. Burn the lounge. With petrol. Or napalm. Anything, just kill it.
Posted by: CB | 03 April 2008 at 20:11
Tuck 'em in Tony, they're turning blue ...
Posted by: Professor Rosseforp | 03 April 2008 at 20:23
Ignore CB's comments about the lounge -- it matches the curtains perfectly.
Posted by: Professor Rosseforp | 03 April 2008 at 20:25
20 Minutes till the Blue & Gold Wehrmacht roll through Townsville. The Tiger Team is ready, radio man at the controls. Appelettes in place, precision backline at the ready . Panzer formation at the front, with a squad of sniper rifleman tagging out the terrain.
It's time to smash down this town. Their General derided. Their Captain injured. Their future uncertain.
Dismantle it piece by piece, house by house, brick by brick.
Let no stone remain in place and sow it with salt that they may remember when Parra tore it all down.
Come on the Blue and Gold.
The first step till we destroy the Melbourne Storm and take the Chalice that is rightfully ours.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 20:17
Ok. The Panzer Time Leader did not account for QLDers not only being a century behind civilisation but also an hour behind EST. Soooo, 15 minutes before kickoff. The song remains the same.
Smasch the Oppozzition Etzetera, Etzetera.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 21:15
It's the 21st Century and I'm reduced to either paying $70/month for Fox, or "watching" the scores on the NRL website. Trooly a f&cked up joke that the Ruddster needs to remedy asap.
Forget bracket creep, forget the inflation rate, forget the mortgage stressed, we just wanna watch LIVE NRL. Is that too much to ask?!
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 21:40
Ah f&ck., 4 -0 3.16 in. Truly Parra is gay.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 21:41
If we were truly a progressive nation at the bleeding edge, so to speak, then I'd be able to watch this game on a full wall projector display via IPTV, with Alice Cooper's Killer on 5.1, with sense-around seats rattling to each hit. I'd be sucking back a Belgian imported Lambic, followed up ith a non-taxed locally brewed, locally hopped, locally malted, brew. I'd have, a Wii control to zoom in and control the play.
But NO, all I have is the f8cking NRL website blandly updating NQL 10 - Parra BlOT!
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 21:48
12-6. The Eels have posession - at Last. Smash Halo of Flieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 22:00
Life is simple. Gain posession - win the game. Save your money - compound it - you are ahead. Never let your outgo exceed your income or you end in debtor's prison just like poor old Mr Micawber. Why is this so hard to learn? Why is this so hard to teach?
NQL 18 - Parra 6.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 22:10
Halftime.
NQL 18 - Parra 10:
What did I do to deserve such a fate
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything
I came into this life
Looked all around
I saw just what I liked
And took what I found
Nothing came easy
Nothing came free
Nothing came all until they
Came after me
GO THE EELS!!!
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 22:19
Apparently there was a penalty to NQL right after half time before a ball was kicked and now they lead 20-10. The score is correct but the facts are unknown. Well, that's the NRL in 2008. That's right, SIP phones, video conferencing, road warrior bullshit, SSH work from home homies, pyjama bloggers bUT, can't get a fucking live game can you you NRL cu&*tlipped arseholes.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 22:44
26-10. It's getting desperate now. The only things I have to smash are my own.
The neighbour has all his Saabs parked and, BY GOD!, they're about to get the thrashing they deserve.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 22:55
16 points in 20 minutes.
Possible.
Highly improbable.
COME ON you diminutive EeLs.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 22:57
30-10.
Man. That is just ....
I mean, I work hard, I earn my pay. I produce day after day. You want me to start at 8 I start at 8. you want me to get the system going - I get it going. I programme it, I fix it, I tend to every demand I answer request. Why can't the Eels do the same? It's their job. Isn't it?
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 23:00
I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by
My dreams are just like all my schemes
Ending in the sky
Some fellas search and find the sunshine
I always look and find the rain
Some fellas make a winning sometime
I never even make a gain
Believe me
I'm always chasing rainbows
Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain
I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by
My dreams are just like all my schemes
Ending in the sky
Some fellas search and find the sunshine
I always look and find the rain
Some fellas make a winning sometime
I never even make a gain
Believe me
I'm always chasing rainbows
Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 23:06
You know, if I put in a performance like that at work I'd likely be sacked. Yet these pretend princes get away with it time after time.
I deserve better. We deserve better.
Drop every fucker that didn't put in. Ransack the club.Put the CEO down, let the coach hang. Choke every player that didn;t come up with the goods till we do. Parra simply MUST do better than this. I am sick of this crap. We have the pick of the west yet we turn up this shit weekend after weekend as the Broncos pick the best of us and get results.
Not good enough. Fire the fucken lot of em.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 23:16
Hey Tone, sorry for all that blather. Just delete the whole lot. Expunge this night from history.
Posted by: pat | 05 April 2008 at 23:42
Leave it up TT. A stark reminder of how the west wasn't won, how the hero didn't save the day, how the Squeels got the thrashing they so richly deserve.
Have you turned that "delightful" chaise into Port Phillip Bay's newest artificial reef yet?
Posted by: CB | 06 April 2008 at 18:25
The Singing Wehrmacht is thus preserved for posterior. All 15 verses.
The chaise also continues to preserve posteriors.
Posted by: Tony T | 07 April 2008 at 12:20
Damn and double damn.
Posted by: pat | 08 April 2008 at 09:08