2005 Archives You'll see in the archives section above that 2005 is missing. That's some glitch that will hopefully rectify itself eventually. But in the meantime if you want to find my posts from this period they are below:
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Not unlike Elvis Presley, John Lennon remains a profitable brand long after his death. Now some lyric sheet that Lennon read off during a beeb broadcast has fetched [i]a million smackeroonies[/i].
This begs the question: If "all you need is love" as the song says, then why did the bloody thing cost so much?
I reckon that if the song had been called "All You Need is Cash" then the lyric sheet would have been worthless. Why? Because no one would have listened to the song in the first place, of course.
Crank out sentimental bullshit and you've got it made in the shade.
I've always been amazed at the affection people have for Nicole Kidman. Sure, she looks great. But she has this almost creepily cold aura about her. It's like every moment of her life she is concerned about how she is being perceived. She seems to be forever posing for the camera -- even when she's not.
Well, Kidman herself has just revealed something that might explain this. She says that when she was a child her mother never hugged her, or said that she loved her.
So, maybe she's been trying to win her mother's love all these years by being perfect and successful. Or maybe she's trying to outdo her mum as an ice queen?
Drug-addled movie stars are a cack. Take Heidi Fleiss's troubled ex-squeeze Tom Sizemore. On probation for drug use, he was sprung with a prosthetic device known as the "Whizzinator". (And no, I'm not taking the piss.) Here's the story. Here's the product site.
Amazing how the past just keeps rising up to haunt the famous.
Here, Roman Polanki is suing [i]Vanity Fair[/i] because of an article which claims he made a pass at some babe around the time of the funeral of his murdered wife Sharon Tate.
So, who has he got to vouch for his good character? None other than Mia Farrow, who herself has been part of a brutal, emotionally-charged legal stoush with Woody Allen. Considering some of the stuff that was aired in that case, I'd say she'd hardly be seen as the most reliable witness.
The fact that Polanski and Farrow worked together on that creepy fick [i]Rosemary's Baby[/i] (about how Satan himself fathered a sprog with the angelic Farrow) adds a whiff of sulphur to an already ghoulish mix.
This is so weird. A new reality show is on the way. It combines the worst aspects of the genre: wannabe popstars, all living in a house together.
And the really weird element is that the wannabes are all competing for a gig as the lead singer of an actual rock band that has been around for ages: INXS.
Considering the tragic way that the original front man, Michael Hutchence, left this world, it makes he whole enterprise weirdly ghoulish as well as downright tacky.
Makes you wonder about the remaining members, and why they are going along with this. Have they no dignity?
After those al-Qaida arseholes exploded that bomb in Madrid, I felt a tad nervous when travelling on the train. That feeling slowly went with time, however.
Now, after the terrorist attacks in London, I don't think the feeling will ever go. This is because, like so many in this country, I feel a very strong sense of identification with Pomgolia. Also, I believe that being a major part of the coalition of the willing will mean we are next in line. (Of course, we would have been a target anyway, and Australians were killed in Bali, before the war. Still, the likelihood has gone up considerably, I think.)
The attacks in London showed just how difficult it is to prevent random violence by arseholes. I heard some security expert on the radio this morning saying that even if you assembled every sniffer dog in all of Oz, there still wouldn't be enough to fully patrol even one metropolitain rail system.
Still, it's good to know that the Government is planning a security upgrade. (Actually, I think I might have seen a bit of evidence of this yesterday. The concourse of Central Station was completely cordoned off, and people were being asked to move onto the suburban platforms. Maybe a bag had been found in the dunny, or perhaps it was a drill?)
Whatever. Sadly, I think it won't be long before this training will be utilized for real. Sydney -- and in particular the Sydney rail system -- will be the next place to be hit, I feel.
Of course the Blogosphere is abuzz with punditry about the London terror attacks. Journo bloggers are doing a great job with specific, link-heavy updates.
I'll just put in a general post about this:
Many leftie types no doubt believe that Tony Blair's waning support will disappear entirely now. But I suspect that the Poms will rally behind him, and become far more aggressive in their determination to have these pre-Mediaeval barbarians completely and utterly defeated.
It's this steel inside the national Pomgolian character that really sets them apart from the Euro-weasels across the channel. You also find it in the former Brit colonies Seppolia and Oz. Basically, the coalition just got a whole lot more willing.
Imagine if Britannia [i]hadn't[/i] ruled the waves way back then. We'd all be stuffed now wouldn't we?
Good to know that another al-Qaida arsehole has been snuffed out before he can do any more damage:
Younis Mohammed Ibrahim al-Hayari, a Moroccan, was killed during a raid by security forces on an area where suspected militants were hiding, an Interior Ministry official was quoted by Saudi Press Agency as saying.
Hey, don't you reckon he's a dead ringer for beloved leftie t-shirt icon Che Guevara? Could there by some spooky reincarnation thing happening here?