Monday, June 15, 2009

Moran Away


For those of you that watched the first series of Underbelly, there's been another Moran murder, this time Desmond 'Tuppence' Moran, the uncle of Jason and Mark, brother of their dad Lewis. It was on the ninth anniversary of the murder of Mark. As well as the numerous headlines with 'Moran' in the title there's this little interview from 2007 where he talks about being the only one left. He was shot in the head 'execution style' a few times, and lay in the shop doorway for seven hours whilst forensics did their thing (slowly, it would seem). Someone had tried to top him in March but the gun jammed or summat. If that had happened to me I'd have probably kept on my toes a bit, rather than going to the same cafe every morning for coffee.

The creators of Underbelly are looking for subject matter to base the third series on, might not have to work too hard if this kicks off again...


*UPDATE: In a rather unexpected turn of events, his sister-in-law and widowed matriarch of the Moran gangster clan, Judy Moran, has been charged with his murder. She got pulled in, and whilst in nick allegedly ordered her house set on fire to destroy evidence. She's been denied bail due to being a potential flight risk. Mental.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

Roasted Bun


Ya can stick yer MP expenses scandal where the sun don't shine, we've got a "national sporting hero roasts teenager" shocka!!


There's a massive scandal gripping the nation at the moment. Matthew Johns, Australian rugby league hero and brother of Andrew (who as we all remember was nicked in London's Kings Cross with pills on him after getting gattered at The Cross and later admitted to loads of nose and pills when he was playing), has been named as one of twelve players involved in roasting a 19-year-old lass back in 2002, which was the year after he spent a season playing for Wigan.

During a pre-season tour of New Zealand with the Cronulla Sharks (Cronulla being the south Sydney suburb where the racial beach riots where a few years ago), he and his room mate took this bird back to their room and started giving her a going over. Ten other team mates then piled in the room (the room was on the ground floor and some of them sneaked through the bathroom window, which hasn't really been seen as a rock-solid defence when dealing with consent issues) and she ended up having sex with six of them whilst the others watched.

It kicked off as the bird was interviewed for a documentary that aired on Monday night called 'code of silence' and straplined with "For much of the past decade rugby league in Australia has been dogged by a series of startling allegations relating to alcohol, women and sex."

...which basically went into a few incidents where players have roasted birds or highlighted a couple of cases of sexual assualt etc and how there's a big drinking culture in Aussie rugby league (hard to believe that, eh?).

There's been a few incidents reported before, the most famous one being when the Canterbury Bulldogs were accused of rape and lots of fruity details came out:

"In 2004, a 20-year-old woman claimed up to six members of Sydney's Canterbury Bulldogs team repeatedly raped her in a swimming pool at a plush hotel in Coffs Harbour. The alleged assault followed drunken celebrations in the town following a pre-season victory over the club's rivals, the Canberra Raiders. The players were never arrested due to lack of evidence, but the case exposed a shocking culture of sexual depravity in the sport. Stories of prostitutes being hired for group sex, and "bonus" points being given if women were shared between team-mates were soon making the rounds. The practice known as "roasting", a reference to meat being stuffed, is not considered uncommon with one player claiming: "Some of the boys love a 'bun'," said one. "Gang banging is nothing new for our club or the rugby league."

...a 'bun' is the Aussie term for a bird who's up for it, and I can't stop cracking up at the phrase "Some of the boys love a bun" - it's the nonchalance of it! like he's casually talking about going for a pint or summat - "some of the boys love getting naked in front of each other and sexually degrading some lassie too young and stupid to realise what she's doing", I'm surprised he didn't finish off with, "...and then we boot her out, go for a ruby murray then dance around pissed up singing Jimmy Barnes tunes whilst sticking our fingers up each others arses - ya cannae whack it!"

This one's turned into a national event because Matty Johns is now the Australian version of Gary Lineker - he presents Channel Nine's The Footy Show, does loads of commentating and reporting from games, has released comedy singles and books, and was a coach for a couple of clubs on a part time basis, and has plenty of other nice little earners such as corporate speaking and hosting etc. He earned more now than he did when he was playing. He was also (and still is) married at the time.

Earned, not earns, as it's obviously all gone Pete Tong for him since it came out.

Over the last fews days it's ebbed and flowed, with the angry mob outrage kicking off first, giving it the big one about his wholesome image and being on TV and a role model and supposed family man etc (he's got kids an'all). That led to Channel Nine and Melbourne Storm suspending him indefinitely (it's called 'standing down' over here) and everyone generally giving him a wide berth once they realised the Daily Mail mob were shouting loudest and getting everyone whipped up.

However there's been a backlash to that reaction, and there's now loads of people saying he's done nowt legally wrong, it was consensual, there was a police investigation at the time which found nothing wrong (the bird went to the police five days after and complained), and everyone's asking why she waited seven years before going public. They've also found an old workmate of hers who says she was bragging about it at the time and only changed her tune a few days later once people started treating her like a slag. It's surprising that the most vocal voices on this front have been other women, saying she knew what she was getting into, that she's crying wolf and making it harder for real victims of sexual assault to be treated fairly, how she's only in it for the money and to ruin a good man's reputation and hurt his family etc. (The bird appeared on the documentary and admitted she wanted to hurt those involved). Matty Johns has done TV interviews this week with the loyal wife sitting next to him, saying how he's sorry, he didn't do anything illegal but it's bad thing, blah blah.

Four Corners (the name of the documentary, which my lot make) is normally a serious documentary series and it's taken a bit of a kicking for 'downgrading' and going after such a tabloid story. Though there's now a side issue with plenty of folk getting whipped up about wanting to know the names of the other ten or so players involved (Matty Johns was the only one named), and debate raging between the "He did nowt but cheat on his missus, he shouldn't be publicly executed for that" camp and the "it might have been legal but it was also well moody and he paints himself as a great guy whilst getting up to some dark, deeply unethical and morally wrong sexual deviance" lot.

You won't be surprised to discover that my favourite angle is the poof side of the whole affair, which unfortunately hasn't been touched upon (oo-er) as much, but has been mentioned: there's been questions about the whole homoerotic side of things, like why they'd want to get naked in front of each other and have a tug whilst watching their team mates roast some bird, some whilst taping it on their phones.

What with "middle Australia" generally being such a liberal and forward thinking place, the social commentators who mention the obvious homosexuality in this are being shouted down quite loudly by a load of shifty looking rugby officials scared to admit that there's something very home de monde about it, and one player even admitted off the record that there are some players who can't shag a bird without having his mates there.

Brilliant!... "I ain't no fuckin' pooftah ya mongrel! I just love a few beers and a bun with me mates! What's the world comin' to when a bloke can't have a wank whilst peering between the arse cheeks of his mates to catch a glimpse of some teenage bird being pressurised into sucking their dicks!"

*Addition: The Footy Show was on again last night, and one of the presenters started crying as he talked about his mate Matty Johns and what he's been through after being tippled shitting on his wife by roasting a teenager with the rest of his team.

*Addition #2: It's all coming out now! Not happy with being cast as philandering irons, professional Aussie sportsmen are going for the nonce crown an'all. Taking the "you little beauty" thing a bit far maybe. Very handy for the other lot though, 'cause compared to this roasting some consenting, legal-aged bird looks like a night of smoove romance...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The first day of my new life



It's a very exciting day. As I sit here and loaf at work Sky+, or Foxtel IQ as it's known here, is getting installed in the house. I've absolutely no idea why we didn't get it installed a year ago, but the fact that we didn't makes today all the more exciting. Terrestrial telly here is pelt and we haven't even had a video to tape stuff, so having the ability to pause, rewind, and record stuff is going to put me over the edge for the next few weeks. This is as close to feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve as I've come for a very long time. Fox Sports shows Saturday afternoon games live and tomorrow it's West Ham v Chelsea kicking off at midnight (the time difference currently nine hours, obv...). But you can also red button the other 3pm games and watch them live an'all, so Everton v Man City might be worth a look, or Hull v Liverpool if the scousers ain't cruising it. And there's Fox Sports News, and I think ESPN show some decent live European games as well as the American stuff... yes please Jean!

You'd never willingly choose to do it, but being deprived of something so good for a stretch makes getting it back all the more exciting. We also got a perfect nick 70s leather sofa set on Ebay for an absolute steal (hundred bucks, less than fifty quid), and that got deilvered this morning, so Santa's been for both residents of Carter Street today (obviously I'm whipped and frenzied about the idiot box, the missus is chuffed about making the gaff nicer in general).

Tonight I shall be buying a six pack of strong continental on the way home and sitting in front of the box grinning like Dave when he's just remembered that someone owes him a fiver.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Gentrification


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If my eyes don't deceive me, there's fancy Ikea/Habitat style red blinds on the windows, and that dark shape on the balcony looks suspiciously like a proper barbie, as opposed to a tinfoil disposable effort propped up on a tower of used disposable efforts.

The hot water probably works an'all.

...mind you, those crappy wicker blinds are still up in my old room (with red ones behind) and Mike's window shows no sign of being tarted up, so maybe it's early days, before they settle fully in, get comfy and break out the inflatable basketball hoops and the like. There might even be - god forbid - a bird (or birds!) living in there.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Villan of the piece


It was a pleasure and an honour to spend the evening with my old championship-winning cricket partner last Thursday night, the tanned and relaxed Mister Jim Smith happy to recall our victory at the south London Dan Brown invitational tournament of 2007. After a bit of dinner and a few beers there were only so many wonderful tales of laid back travelling life I could take, so as a former CIT champ I laid down the gauntlet to the current holder, confident that an old skool purist like myself had what it takes to overcome this new 'pub iron man' pretender.

In the back room of the Green Park Hotel I had what can only be called a very jammy run, with speculative hit-n-hopes generally finding a pocket. Apparently this was something close to the lucky streak that Jim had on that fateful night back in December, though having now seen him wield a cue I think that's more an example of his well-known modesty than anything else. Heard of the Unofficial Football World Championships? I'll say no more other than I'm happy to host recognised CIT entrants in my home town if they fancy taking me on…

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Brisvegas - it's a small world




Work's sent me to Brisbane for four days as I'm helping design a new sports site and the sport editorial team are based up here. I've been sent up to talk them through the new ideas and design, take their feedback on board then tell them what we've got planned anyway...

Got here yesterday and the first lad I sit down with is a journo who's got the Villa team photo as his screensaver. We're blethering about the Premiership and Villa's shocker against Stoke. I'm about to mention that Tony Pulis learnt the craft of managing a team and achieving success despite no money in a certain corner of the garden of England (also that Big Mama "he's more a creator than a scorer" also learnt the craft down Priestfield), when the lad asks me who I follow.

Pick this out: I tell him that whilst I grew up in Edinburgh and like Hearts, I moved to Kent when I was a lad and am also a big Gills fan... and then the bloke next to him let's out a cheer and holds up his tea mug, a Gillingham FC mug with "Up The Gills" on it.

He's an Aussie but was travelling and working in the UK for a while. He got mates with a teacher from Leatherhead who grew up in Gillingham and went to the Gills so went along to Priestfield to watch a game with him. Now this is the weird thing that makes people followers for life: It was the 10th of December 2005, a home match against Port Vale and he tells me about the cracking game that the Blues won three nil, with missed penalties, sendings off and "Matty Jarvis getting a brace to seal the victory".

I'm standing their stunned, half because there's an Aussie journo in Brisbane who's been to Priestfield and I end up meeting him, and half because he had the luck (misfortune?! Haha) to go to a cracker of a game and got locked in to supporting Kent's finest.


Harj, Dan and Mick: You went to Brisbane eh? It was a while ago but if there's anywhere particulalry memorable you remember going do let us know. I'm up here on my todd with expenses to be spent.