Hey Y'all,

In a few words, it's been a long fucking while since my last post. I didn't have the urge to write, and my life has been really busy as of late.

But something happened yesterday that made me want to write again, as though only words would suffice. I lost one of my best friends, someone I had known all my life.

Garrie Paterson: 1981 - 2008.
I still can't believe that he's gone. I feel as though someone is playing a cruel practical joke on me, or that this is a bad dream from which I cannot wake. But the reality is, as much as we would LOVE to have him with us again, it can't happen. Obviously there is a higher purpose for him in death than there must have been in life.

Garrie had the gift of making everyone in a crowded room feel like they were the only one there, not just onstage, but off it too. For those of us who had the privilege of growing up (or trying to) with him, Garrie was loyal and never forgot who his friends were, despite the distance and time apart we often spent.

We had days and weekends at his place, watching obscure movies like 'Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Hype', and to this day, we were both able to recite lines from it, even though neither of us had seen it for years. We also played 'Hallway Gymnastics' frequently throughout our younger days, with the trampoline and mattresses littering the hall.

Garrie was also a naturally gifted musician; everything seemed to come easily to him. One day he decided to become a kick-ass drummer, and the next day he played guitar, and eventually became known locally as a singer with a distinctive voice. It was in his music that we all saw his potential; he could have been anything he wanted musically. Now it seems that this potential will remain eternally unfulfilled.

We're all at a loss for words. We thought he was indestructable, capable of defeating life's trials and setbacks. But I suppose everyone has a breaking point.

I know that as we get older, people come and go in life, but we never expected Garrie to go so soon. I will forever have the memories to keep and share with others who knew him.

My thoughts are with Leah and Garrie's family. We are all hurting and trying to make sense of this.

The last words Garrie ever said to me (last week) were 'I love you, brother'.

We fucking love you too, mate.

- Fridge.

GO SENS GO!!!

Hey y'all,

It's been quite a while since I posted, but I've been mega busy, keeping the streets safe... so i guess you could call me a vigilante.

Anyways, while I was in Canada, I fell in love with a few things. Tim Horton's, Corner Gas, the weather, and hockey... which brings me to this topic.

My adopted team, the Ottawa Senators, are playing pretty well at the moment. They're within one game of competing for the Stanley Cup, and will have to play either the Anaheim Ducks or the Detroit Red Wings to do it.









Daniel Alfredsson, what a leader! 14 points (8 goals, 6 assists) in 12 playoff games, and a +/- of 4. He's definitely leading from the front!



'Razor' Ray Emery. Now there's a story. At the start of the season, he wasn't even the Sens' first-choice goalie! Now he's among the league's elite! In the regular season, he only allowed 138 goals from 58 games, saved 1691 and had 5 shutouts!



Dany Heatley has overcome a lot of adversity to become one of the league's offensive threats. 105 points for the season (50 goals, 55 assists) and a +/- rating of 31 prove that he's red-hot!

There are other players in this team (such as Spezza, Vermette, Volchenkov et al), but these three stand out, because when they all fire at once, they are nearly unstoppable!

And aside from a major catastrophe, the Sens are going to the Cup!

GO SENS GO!!!!

- Fridge.

Show some RESPECT!!!

Hey Y'all,

First of all, I must apologize for my lack of contribution to this blog recently. I've been busy, deal with it.

Now, back to business. I must warn you that this isn't a racist post, just a point I'd like to make about Australia Day.

At Semaphore, South Australia on Australia Day (January 26), a youth wearing an Australian flag ripped from his back, ripped and spat on by members of the 'Greek or Italian community'. To me, this is an inexcusable act. There is nothing more disrespectful than defacing someone's flag, especially if you are an immigrant to that country.


For too long, the Australian Government has catered excessively for the needs of immigrants,(and not JUST the Mediterraneans) while ignoring the rest of us natural Australians. Regretfully, the Cronulla riot of 2005 was bound to happen. The tensions been Caucasian and Middle Eastern immigrants had been simmering for years, and finally escalated when the local residents became sick and tired of alleged assaults and intimidatory behaviour in the area.

While violence and racism are never the answer to any conflict, it was the inaction of the powers that be, as well as the perceived injustices towards natural Australians that created this riot. If these alleged incidences 'assaults and intimidatory behaviour' did occur, then in my opinion that is a huge lack of respect to Australia, and the Australian way of life.

When you migrate to another country, you are supposed to uphold and respect the laws of that country, and to respect the religious beliefs and way of life of that nation. When immigrants have a blatant disrespect for the laws, beliefs and way of life of Australia, it makes my blood boil. But they are not entirely to blame. They are used to being pampered by the Australian government, so why wouldn't they be now?

I envy the magnitude of respect and awe in which the American flag is held. I've seen grown men cry while singing The Star-Spangled Banner. I admire that they think so much of their country, flag and way of life. I resent, actually I hate the way Australians (both natural and immigrants) display an open ambivalence towards our flag and anthem. It makes me sick.

Personally, I believe that if you migrate to another country and disrespect the traditions, flag, beliefs and lifestyle of that country you should be sent of the first flight back to Whereverthefuckitisyoucamefromville. These turds have to realize that they fled and/or chose to come to Australia due civil war, drought, famine & war or for work, family or medical reasons. People who disrespect this or any country they live in should fuck off home and find their version of Paradise.

Don't be a pussy, put your money where your mouth is if you say you'd rather be elsewhere.

Again, this is not a racist post, just an opinion from someone who is sick and tired of having his country used as a doormat by foreigners.

- Fridge.

A lesson worth learning.

Hey Y'all,

I hate 'alternative' music these days. But kids today, like the sheep they are, follow the herd, and listen to some abysmal shit. In my honest opinion, the quality of this music is at about the same standard as pop, dance and rap music. In other words, it's worse than rubbing your genitalia with a cheese grater.

Here's Exhibit A: Panic! At The Disco

Do the words 'Boy Band' ring a bell? They all have their hair emo-parted to the same fucking side!

That hideous video for the horribly titled 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' takes me back to the glory days of 5ive, Backstreet Boys and New Kids on The Block, with the only difference being instruments. Also, what's with the long and stupid song titles? JUST GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!

If this band had a label, I'd call them 'pop-punk for preschoolers'.

Exhibit B: The Veronicas

Come on, as if these two are 'rock'! This is a perfect example of the media's bastardization of rock music.

Their first single, 4Ever blatantly rips off the verses from 'Since U Been Gone', by another popstar/wannabe rocker Kelly Clarkson. Two listens and you'll see what I mean. This kinda shit resembles Bananarama (download Venus, and you'll get it). I'm all for Girl Power, but there's nothing powerful about this trite, unoriginal waste of air time. Quite frankly, I'd rather listen to elderly people eating...

There is no soul in this ugly beast, and it seems like a bit of bandwagoning is taking place right here... Simplicity at it's worst.

If I had to label the Veronicas, I'd call them 'pop-rock for the handicapped'.

Exhibit C: My Chemical Romance
Alright, shoot me. Another boy band posing as a rock band....

Hey kids, here's a tip: if you want to look like the ultimate tool, this is the direction you should take!

Obviously these guys dress each other and moonlight as makeup artists, and the singer looks like an ugly version of Bjork. Their image is highly derivative of the 1980's Goth, with a little of the black metal 'vampire' thing going on. However, they have a little more of an 'edge' to their music, but this isn't nearly edgy enough to claim to be 'punk', 'emo' or 'a rocker'.

If I were to label My Chemical Romance, I'd call them 'rock for kids who don't like rock'.

I think all bands like these should have labels like those on children's toys (eg Ages 3 and up). This would clear some confusion for clueless kids, as well as save them from repeated pummellings by kids from school. That's a nice thought.

If you are to take anything away from this free lesson in life (and music), please think carefully about how you label yourself and the bands you listen to. If you went to any real shows, you'd stand out like a sore thumb, and be open to some harsh treatment. This would not earn you any 'scene points' in a hurry.

Be an individual, don't be something (or someone) if you have no knowledge of how to be it with authenticity.

Until next time,

- Fridge.

Can we have an FGP-free society?

Hey Y'all,

This is just a short rant about the FGP phenomenon.

What is an FGP? An FGP is a 'Fat Girl with Personality'.

They are EVERYWHERE. They are in pubs, on public transport, at sporting events. EVERYWHERE.

Courtesy of Google Images, here's a damn fine example of what an FGP looks like....

I'm not a fat-hater, because I'm on the large side myself, but why do they insist on making fools of themselves in public? They're always the people you can hear from the other side of a crowded room, saying stupid shit like 'I've had 4 Vodka Cruisers!' or 'This really hot guy just looked at me!'

They are always the people talking loudly on mobile phones on buses or trains, yapping (in detail) about that day's events, their plans for the weekend, and Tupac Shakur. I even saw an FGP on the bus a year or two ago who named her ugly, fat kid Dre! That is the ultimate act of an FGP: Unspeakable attention-seeking acts, designed to make everyone (bar their 'cliques') cringe at the sight of them.

I have a proposal for those who are sick and tired of the FGP Fraternity: A gold-coin (if you're in Australia, otherwise a dollar, pound or yen would suffice) donation into your personal piggy bank at every sighting of an FGP-related incident. That's right people: you'd be making yourself very fucking rich via the idiocy of stupid fatty loudmouths.

Leave a comment if you agree or disagree with this proposal.

Until next time, stay cool!

- Fridge.

Enough is enough... EMO sucks!!!

Hey Y'all,

Everything about emo sucks. There, I said it.

What is it about the 'Emo' lifestyle that draws the pubescent and the pubescent-at-heart to become clones of each other, not unlike second-rate Goth posers?

For those who live under a rock, or in Tasmania or Newfoundland (which is basically the same thing), Emo is an abbreviation for:
- Emotionally charged music, and
- the subculture which conforms to certain conventions in dress such as tight sweatshirts, tight band T-shirts and horn-rim glasses.

The latter is of concern, because unlike the music, you cannot ignore the subculture. Emo is fucking everywhere!

The Emo male is typically effeminate. Here's an example of an Emo Boy, which can be found at Wikipedia;



What is it with the whole 'Nobody understands me, I'll cut myself so I can bleed tears' schtick? So people actually find this attractive in a partner? When I was a teenager, being miserable wasn't fashionable, it was a pain in the fucking arse! Now every kid who has two parents living at home in a nice suburb, who goes to a nice school has a fucking right to be depressed? Sounds like the act of spoiled fucking brats!

Thanks to Google Images for that picture. We can only dream...

What is it with guys wearing make up? That song (I don't know what the song is called) says 'Emo is one step below transvestite'. It's hard to argue with that logic...



In summary, being emo is really pathetic. I know I'm going to offend a lot of people with this article, but they can go fuck themselves. Cry me a river, dickface... And slit your wrists the right way this time!

- Fridge.

Steve Irwin: 1962 - 2006.

Hey Y'all,

The news just came through on the TV.



Steve Irwin, one of Australia's most loved (and most controversial) icons has just died. He was 44.

His death came while filming a documentary near Port Douglas, Queensland, when he was struck in the chest by the venomous barbs of a stingray. It is presumed he was killed instantly.

Like him or loathe him and his outlandish behaviour, and I must admit that I fall into the latter category, he was a great Australian. He never forgot who he was, or where he came from, in spite of his rise to international stardom. His original slant on animal documentaries, as well as his plight for animal conservation through The Steve Irwin Conservation Foundation, as well as the International Crocodile Rescue showed that his heart was always in the right place.

From humble beginnings at his father's zoo on the Sunshine Coast, Irwin expanded the empire, partly due to his larger-than-life, excitable persona, and partly because of his immense knowledge, skill and experience with native and introduced flora and fauna. He is easily one of Australia's most well-known celebrities internationally; in fact, he is just as recognizable in the US as he is locally.

Australian Prime Minister John Howard considered him as a friend, and even invited him to a barbecue in honour of US President George W. Bush in 2003, such is his impact on Australians.

In summary, his antics may have been unconventional, but his heart was always in the right place, especially when it came to animals, Queensland, and most importantly, Australia. For that, we should all envy him.

May he rest in peace.

- Fridge.

Welcome, Ice Queen!!

Hey Y'all,

I'm pleased to announce the addition of a new member to the blog.

Her name is Ice Queen, and she hails from Ripley in Ontario, Canada. She's now the co-owner of this page, and if you fuck with her, she'll give you something to cry aboot!

But I'm not going to give too much away. Ice Queen will reveal herself in good time. So relax in your Chesterfield with some nice, hot poutine, and read on!

- Fridge.

Just grin and bare it...

Hey Y'all,

Something quite remarkable happened at my brother's football game today.

It was an Elimination Final, so there was no tomorrow for either team. My brother's team, the Hawks, were about 3 goals ahead of the opposition, when my brother marked the ball just outside the goal square. His opponent held onto his jumper as he went back to take his kick. So my brother whacked his arm off his jumper. That one less-than minor indiscretion was enough for the umpire (who was not much older than the players) to award the opposition a free kick!

So my brother (stupidly) called the umpire a 'weak dog'. So (perhaps rightly so), he was sent from the ground for 10 minutes. As he left the ground, the opposition said things to him, as is usually the case in football, so there was a little push and shove (and scare tactics...). As he arrived at the boundary, the crowd, mostly comprised of parents of the opposition players, proceeded to boo and jeer him from the field.

This is where events took a comical turn for the better (or worse, if you're that way inclined).

My brother, royally pissed off at the crowd, the umpire and himself, pulled down his shorts and mooned the crowd. That's right...he gave the crowd a cheeky smile! Understandably, his coach was not amused, but the Hawks supporters present thought it was the greatest thing to happen to football since Mark 'Jacko' Jackson performed handstands! This resulted in a verbal altercation with a few so-called members of the human race and a few people around me, myself included.

They hit an all-time low when they made a mention of a fight at my brother's school, in which my brother and a friend were attacked by a gang of around 20 kids. To brag about that is the ultimate form of cowardice. The douche who made that comment deserves to be gang-raped by Von Einem and his 'pals' in prison. No self-respecting human being would ever condone gang violence, especially when one party is so disproportionately outnumbered. Those who do condone this type of gutless act deserve to be subjected to this treatment, just to see if they hold the same views afterwards.



But the real issue is the behaviour of parents in general. You are there to enjoy the game, and also to set an example for your children. Yes, you're watching kid's football, not the AFL! You're only an embarrassment to yourself, your children and your club if you choose to partake in this type of behaviour.

Now, here's a tip for you sporting parents out there...SHUT THE FUCK UP. Kids know when they've done something wrong, so they don't need arseholes reminding them. So DON'T be surprised to be subjected to a torrent of abuse if you do...and certainly don't complain about it, either.

GO HAWKS!!!

- Fridge.

Coldplay: Artists or Arseholes?

Hey Y'all,



Coldplay are arguably one of the most overblown, overrated and pompous bands in music history. And that's not just my opinion, it's a fact.

They are one of those bands that only supposed 'enlightened' people listen to. You know, the types who hang out at art galleries, sipping lame-arse drinks like Beaujolais or Chianti (although wannabes will suffice with Vodka Cruisers), and discuss in length the conceptual merits of Picasso's Analytic Cubism period.

This trite quartet's frontman, Chris Martin, could possibly be the everlasting cure for insomnia. He could also quite possibly be the dictionary definition for douche.

Douche(IPA /du:ʃ/) - I) See Chris Martin.
II) A device used for the rinsing of body,
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I could just imagine that guy dry-humping Gwyneth Paltrow while trying to incorporate Noam Chomsky's Generative Grammar theory into Coldplay's next 'piece'.

I bet that France would be home to Coldplay's biggest fanbase, as they are arguably the most 'pansy' nation in the world, closely followed by Italy. The French...with their berets,red and white striped shirts, cigarettes attached to those long cigarette holder thingys, with a crossiant and baguette nearby. Come on, they call Paris the 'City of Love'!!!

In the mid-1990's, the French did test nuclear weapons at Muruoa though. Perhaps it's time for redemption; use your whole 350 weapon arsenal on Coldplay...it might wipe out the world, but it will rid us of Chris Martin and his goons.

- Fridge

Finals time...

Hey y'all,

Tomorrow, both my Under 14's and Under 16's teams are playing basketball semi-finals. I rate both teams' chances of winning a premiership highly, but I also have a moral dilemna.

In the case of the Under 14's, do I play the strongest team for the largest portion of available court time, or give the full squad near to equal time to make an impression on the game? To be realistic, we have three 'standout' players and the other five are good to great 'supporting' players. Notice I didn't use the word 'stars'? To me, all the kids I coach are stars.

I am in charge of a good, versatile side that has both individual talent and a close-knit team environment. We are gradually perfecting the ultimate team game, where players are prepared to sacrifice personal glory and accolades for the benefit of the best interests of the team.

Here's the team;
Joeburger - The Chairman of the Boards. This season has seen the development of a more physical game, and when he is in this mood, is rarely beaten. Can also break a game wide open with a three-pointer.
Magic Hands - The name says it all. In all my years of playing/coaching basketball, I have never seen someone who handle the ball as well or as easily as this guy. A genuine class act, is also a great team player. Can also shoot well, from both inside and outside the three-point line.
Haydos - A great team player, who grows in skill and confidence every week. Rebounds exceptionally well, and is also becoming more confident in handling the ball.
Tyso - A newcomer to the team, he has blended extremely well into the side. He is quite quick, and can also shoot well from around the key and beyond.
Pocket Warrior - Small in stature but big in heart, he is the first person I look to when I want a running tagger, especially against the stronger sides. Has the knack of hitting shots at crucial stages.
TJ - A classy, versatile player. Has the ability to change the tempo of a game, and is both an offensive and defensive weapon. Can rebound exceptionally well when needed.
Tweedletim - Another newbie, and a big improver. When he first came into the side, he was shy and rough around the edges, but has started to come into his own. Is capable of lion-hearted efforts to change the tempo of a game.
Tweedletodd - Another newcomer, and a strong all-round player at both ends of the court. Quite capable with a jump shot, as well as on the break.

I'm fully aware that 'standout' players alone will not win us games. I believe that every player, no matter how good or bad, deserves court time because average players become good players if they are given enough game time, and have a 'never-say-die' attitude. One or more of these 'support' players could end up winning us a game. Also, what happens if one or more of the 'standouts' doesn't fire?

I know that it's a 'tradition' to play your best side in finals games, but I can't stomach that theory. These kids turn up every week, pay their fees, and so are equally entitled to equal rights as players. But is it the right thing to do in finals games?

What about the parents and families of the players? Some family members attend these games just once or twice a season to see the kids play. How would both the kids and their families feel if their contribution to 'the cause' was meagre? I personally couldn't live with that, because I've been in that position before, and I know how badly it affects a kid's self-esteem to be thought of as a bench-warmer or untalented player. These labels sting, and they are not the way I want my kids to think and be thought of.

But when a premiership is at stake, what is the best avenue to take: winning first or team first?

In regards to the Under 16's, they know they have what it takes to conquer the best teams in the division.

But in order to win the big games, they have to have faith in every team member. Also, to win the big games (including the premiership), they have to share the load evenly. This means that one player alone can't take it upon himself to play a one man team game. Rest assured, anyone guilty of putting individual ahead of team will find himself seeing less game time.

Every player has a role to play in this team:
Tabazco - A Co-Captain, best defensive dagger, and an out-and-out truer. Can also play taller when needed. Is also a big thinker.
Scooter - A Co-Captain, and the engine of the team. Gives so much to the team, and expects so little. A true leader in every sense of the word.
The Breathalyzer - A strong scoring weapon, and skilled ball handler. Is very focused once the game begins, and does it with a smile.
Major Pain - Easily the most intimidating player in the team. Good players from top teams have to think twice when approaching him. Also an emerging defensive dagger.
Senor Sundo - Due to injury, has not been allowed to make a great impact on this team to date. Possesses a knack of hitting important three-point bombs at critical stages.
Sauerkrause - A genuine all-round talent. Can potentially fill any spot on the court, and has proven to be a match winner when needed.

With all these qualities, these boys make a good side. But it takes a team to win the big games.

- Fridge.

That's what I like about football....

Hey Y'all,

As my friends would know, I can't stand AFL (Australian Football League) footy. It's a watered-down, overly-sanitised, family-friendly corporate spectacle, played from coast to coast 8 times on any given weekend.

In the old days, and possibly up until the early 1990's, footy was a bloke's game. Grown men would crash into each other in the hope of getting a feel of the kangaroo leather. And the fights?

UNFUCKINGBELIEVEAFUCKINGBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All-in brawls, stray fists, heads and elbows, don't argues, intentionally high tackles...footy at the highest level had it all. Why did all that have to change?

Because the AFL is scared. Scared that parents (in particular, mothers) would view the game as a barbaric, neanderthal orgy, much too violent for their precious offspring. The AFL has intentionally kicked the game from arsehole to breakfast, with its only justification being dollar signs above children's heads.

As the AFL has raped the game, traditional footy lovers have become disillusioned and/or disgusted with the state of the game today. It's little more than a game of chasey, with a ball and some misinterpreted rules, governed on the day by some inconsistently coloured dickheads.

Another thing I miss about football is the personalities. Does anyone remember Mark 'Jacko' Jackson, Warwick Capper, Phil Carman, or Robert 'Dipper' Dipierdomenico? These guys had talent, flair, and enough smarts (perhaps not in Capper's case) to say or do what they felt at the time. It seems to me that you can't speak your mind about any football-related matters in a public forum (i.e. the James Hird/ Scott McLaren incident in 2004, or Jason Akermanis every week), for fear or chance of being gagged with a fine.

If everyone was like me, we'd all be idealists. Every club would have it's own home ground, like in the old days. Big, modern stadiums have a cold atmosphere, whereas smaller suburban grounds have that intimate feel, where you can appear to be just inches from the action. Adelaide's major football stadium, AAMI Stadium (yes, it's an example of corporate whoring), is a bland concrete monument built on swamp land.

My favourite football ground belongs not to an AFL club, but an SANFL (South Australian National Football League) club. My club of choice is the Port Adelaide Magpies...the original magpies, who play their home games at the hallowed Alberton Oval. Alberton Oval may not look like the MCG, but I can guarantee you that there's an honest game going on.

The AFL might be making money from over-protective parents, but there will come a breaking point, where people will want to see REAL football. When that day comes, people will be flocking back to the state leagues, such as the SANFL, VFL, WAFL and so on.

Remember one thing, amigos: Parents who prevent kids from playing footy end up raising emo kids.

There's my rant...deal with it.

- Fridge.

Long time, no word...

Hey y'all,

I had my last cigarette on Saturday night....

I was presented with an enticing proposition by my grandfather, with the understanding that if I gave up that day (Saturday), he would pay for half my airfare to Canada.

Which reminds me...I'm going to Canada for the Christmas/New Year break!!! My lovely girlfriend Smitty and her family have been super generous, by letting me stay with them.

I have also started playing footy for my local C Grade team...and my skill level is piss poor!

Uni sucks, especially the Will & Grace wannabe Arts Ed tutor/Nazi, who insulted 3 classes for a piece of work that wasn't even being graded!!! I had a few words with her as I left her class...

I have a new list of HATES...
- People who aren't team players
- People who wear G-Strings (you may as well wear no underwear...)
- People who take photos of themselves topless or naked on webcam
- David Hassellhoff being anywhere and everywhere at the moment...Hoffmania?? Can you believe that he's a HUGE popstar in Germany??
- Wiggas...for obvious reasons...
- The fact that I only had ONE bacon & egg sandwich for breakfast in the Uni Cafeteria
- Stupid kids who skip school
- Skanks
- Skanks
- 10 year old girls who try to dress and act like adults...
- Adults (usually age 35 and older) trying to dress and act like young adults (from age 20 and under)
- hipster jeans...girls, do you want to expose your money box every time you bend over?

There's more...but I'll save it for another time...

- Fridge

P.S - I got the following photo in an email from some random idiot...

The Kids Are Alright!!!

Hi Y'all,

Some of you might be aware that I coach a junior cricket team, and some of these rascals actually view this blog...So, this is for you guys!

With one minor round game to be played after this game, we sit comfortably in second position, with only five points between us and the top side.

At present, the team possesses Senor Sundo, the division's leading wicket-taker with 22 wickets thus far. There has also been some superb bowling support from Woodikus (13 wickets), The Asian Andrew Flintoff (8), Roy G. Biv (8), Butthead (5) and The Breathalyser (4), just to name a few.

The batting department has failed to produce any consistent stars, although there have been some crucial performances at vital stages. L-Mac's wonderful 23 signaled a dream start to his Rowe Park career, Senor Sundo's 30 off 92 balls to bat to steer us to our first win of the season, Eno's stylish 39* to secure us an outright win, Asian Andrew Flintoff's 48 from 32 balls, and Woodikus' epic 187 minute, 149 ball stay for 39 runs instantly come to mind. As with the bowling department, there has been some support by various players at various stages.

To secure a well-deserved flag, the batsmen need to convert 20's and 30's into big scores, to ensure big team totals. We have a lot of depth in the bowling stocks, but the bowlers shouldn't be content. Places in the side will be for the best XI for the year, so the batsmen need to bat themselves into contention, and the bowlers need to fire when given the ball.

If you can't play the part, at least look the part. So for finals, EVERYONE must have a club shirt and hat...premiership sides look good, as well as play good.

Such a talented team shouldn't be satisfied with anything less than a premiership.

- Fridge.

Help me find a New Year's resolution!

Hey y'all,

I spent New Year's Eve drinking alone, so my head was too clouded with hate and disgust to make any real resolutions. I know it's too late, but I have prepared a shortlist of possible resolutions for 2006.

Here's where you guys come into the picture. Help me select some resolutions from this following list:

It is my New Year's resolution to;
- Give up smoking
- Become more hostile
- Become more apathetic
- Become more sympathetic
- Shun people on a regular basis
- Become a hermit
- Find some direction in life
- Hate more, and with more intensity
- Die
- Become a vegetarian
- Eat more meat
- Eat more varieties of animals
- Gain ninja or Bo staff skills
- Look at my High School experience as pleasant and life-changing in a positive way
- Become a sniper
- Give up on life and move to Elizabeth or Smithfield
- More actively help others, especially those in need
- Take from others, especially those in need
- Learn how to Papier Mache
- Throw flammable objects from moving vehicles
- Create a disease
- Cure a disease

That's all I could think of for now. It would be much appreciated if you would post your preferred options. If you don't, you're a hopeless fuckwit who deserves to be tortured in a dark room in which you'll have to endure electric shock therapy and Coldplay CD's.

- Fridge

Famous + Rich + Spoilt Princess + Slut = Paris Hilton!

Paris Hilton is the 'face' of the decay of our youth. Teenage girls want to be her, and teenage boys (and probably 90% of the male population) would kill to be with her.

She is famous for being famous. Until two or three years ago, she basically lived off her parents' fortune, but now dabbles in Z-Grade movies and TV shows.

My main peeve is that people think it's okay to get through life being stupid, opening your legs (and other body parts)for a camera, and being a 'pretty face'. Are girls today aware of the importance of substance?

If this is an indication of the teenage female psyche, it would spell chaos for life as we know it. Teenage boys (I know I'm making a generalization here, but I speak about the majority)seem to be after a pretty face and body, while personality and morals are a minor detail. But once the 'thrill' of getting cheap fun has worn out, the search of a decent woman becomes a tougher battle than necessary.

In my experience, all the decent girls I knew when I was a kid were all nothing more to me than friends. Looking back, some of these girls would have been ideal as partners. But I only pursued relationships with those who I considered to be 'up for it'. It was only when I reached adulthood that I saw the error of my ways, because I still find it difficult to interact with women.

I have strayed my from my point. My message is simple; Kids: Don't imitate or emulate people like Paris Hilton.

She may be rich, but she sure as hell has no class or substance.

- Fridge.

Nguyen Tuong Van: My Thoughts.

Hey y'all,

I'm so bloody sick of hearing about Nguyen Tuong Van.

For you geographically-challenged folk, he is due to be hanged on Friday, the 2nd of December for attempting to smuggle 400 grams of heroin from Cambodia to Australia.

This batch,the equivalent of 36, 000 hits, was found on Nguyen at Changi Airport in December 2002. Nguyen was running drugs to repay a debt owed by his twin brother.

All over the news, people are protesting this, while ridiculing Singaporean law. These are probably the same people that take regular holidays to that particular region.

I feel sympathy for Nguyen's mother, as nobody likes to lose a close relative, but I am appalled at Khoa, Nguyen's twin brother. If I was badly in debt, I wouldn't ask my brother to run drugs, nor would I let him if he offered. There are smarter ways to repay debts.

People need to be aware of, and respect, another country's laws. Personally, I don't agree with capital punishment, but that's not the issue here.

The issue is that as Australians, we have our own lifestyle, customs, laws and traditions. But guess what?

So do the Singaporeans!

It's unfair to criticize them from afar, and basically belittle their way of life. Personally, I think most South-East Asians have their shit together in regards to drug laws and their consequences.

So, if Nguyen Tuong Van was caught with 400 grams of heroin in Singapore, I believe his sentence should be carried out in accordance with Singaporean law.

John Howard, the Prime Minister of Australia, has done everything in his power to change the mind of his Singaporean counterpart, with no luck. Howard is good for fuck-all, but at least he tried on this issue.

Now it's time to let it go. Nguyen Tuong Van is getting what he deserves. If he had been caught in Australia, he would have been given a long-term sentence. To me, that would have been a greater punishment.

And yes, I believe John Howard should attend the Prime Minister's XI game on Friday. It's an annual event in honour of the PM at the time, where Howard personally picks the players, and I think it's rude if the guest of honour isn't there.

Maybe those players can give him some advice in picking up his sub-mediocre game.

But seriously, Nguyen Tuong Van is getting what he deserves. Live with it.

- Fridge.

Prime Minister of Australia, John Howard: Cricket Tragic, or Tragic Cricketer???

Most sports-mad, true-blue, dinky-di Aussies know that lil' Johnny loves cricket.

What other politician has ever entered the sacred Channel 9 commentary box?

You'd think that with such a huge interest in a sport that he'd at least be able to bowl on the pitch, or play a simple forward defensive stroke. This dickhead can't do either!



While in Pakistan (another cricket-mad nation), lil' Johnny was shown a cricket pitch, and decided to disgrace our nation with his beyond pathetic display. He bowled a succession of wides, most of which took 3 or more bounces before going to the wicketkeeper.

His batting technique was severely flawed, and I'm surprised that he didn't get bowled.

Thanks, lil' Johnny. It's not enough that you fuck the country over with your Pro-War stance and your mission to screw Australian workers, but now you have tainted the image of Australian cricket.

You're a fucking disgrace!

- Fridge.

Cricket...it's getting better.

Hey y'all,

It's been awhile, but University is a load of wank at the best of times.

In regards to my cricketing aspirations, I have been making steady progress with the ball. However, I still can't bat.

I still keep getting out in the same way, and although I have been trying to rectify this calamity, nothing has worked.

But let's look at the bowling side of it:

Round 3 v SPOC - 5 overs, 1 maiden, 1 for 29.
A wicket 2nd ball, caught at mid-off. I bowled some good balls, but also bowled too many full and short balls. I also lacked variety in my deliveries.

Round 4 v Unley - 1st Innings: 4 overs, 1 maiden, 1 for 6.
Another wicket, caught at mid-off. Variation was better, and there were rarely any loose deliveries.

2nd Innings: 5 overs, 1 maiden, 2 for 14.
1st wicket, caught behind, although the batsman may not have hit it.
2nd wicket, LBW off a full toss arm ball.
My first 4 overs were good, as I had the batsmen playing and missing occasionally. My last over went for 8 runs, and coincided with me bowling around the wicket. In my last over, I bowled too short and too full and was hit for boundaries through square leg and mid-wicket.

Season bowling stats: 14 overs, 3 maidens, 4 for 49.
Average: 12.25
Runs Per Over: 3.5
Strike Rate: 21

Compared with my 9 wickets at an average of 33.89 last year, I believe I have matured and improved as a bowler. But the work is not yet done. I need to regularly bowl well, be able to bowl longer spells, and take more wickets.

But I have to start from somewhere.

- Fridge.

Useless Shit!!!!

I took one of those stupid internet personality quizzes..........here are the results:

I am,
Paranoid: Very High
Schizoid: High
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: High
Borderline: Very High
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: High

Seeya, y'all,

- Fridge.