It’s 12.50pm on Friday, May 18th and I’m having my umpteenth meeting with poor old Ronan - my main man from EMI (my record company). Ronan has the unenviable task of getting me fully engaged with my website and social media etc.etc. He’s saying stuff like :
“Please give me those last bits and pieces to complete your website cos you’ve been promising them to me for 5 weeks”
“Billy, I really need you to start blogging” (BB: “what’s a blog again?”)
“Mate, how come you’ve stopped tweeting? You got a bit of a spurt on a few weeks ago and then stopped. WTF??”
Once again, I find myself asking him – “Does anyone REALLY give a fuck about what I’m thinking, what I’m doing or where I’m going?” To which he replies “Probably not, but let’s do it anyway”.
So, here I go. My task for today is to create my first blog. And can I just say what a stupid word ‘blog’ is. It sounds like a bowel movement to me – “I’m just gonna go take a blog”. “I really have to do a blog”. For some reason, doing my first blog seems like such a daunting task, much to the amusement of my family and friends and colleagues who can’t believe how much I don’t get this stuff. Anyway, here goes - without any form, consistency or flow. Just totally random thoughts. And the best way to do totally random is ‘bullet points’
State Of Origin (or as John Hopoate prefers ‘Prostate of Origin - POO’) is just around the corner. Always a highlight of the Footy season. I love watching all the pundits and journos trying to whip up controversy with Origin, and love how they all try and make the game sound far more complicated and complex and scientific than it is.
What’s the story with sports people these days, especially footballers, celebrating somebody’s fuck up? I can’t believe how often I’m seeing a footballer make some really glaringly obvious, stupid mistake and his team mates come running in from all over the field to give the guy a pat on the back, a consoling hug, a grope on the arse or a big sloppy kiss. I know they’re only trying to be consoling. But seriously, some peoples ‘consoling’ is soooo over the top, you’d swear the bloke had just done something absolutely outstanding.
Due to unfortunate family circumstances, I have been spending a considerable amount of time in hospitals of late. Once again, I have been given a stark reminder of what an unbelievable job our nurses and carers do. Seriously, could there be any more difficult, energy sapping, emotionally draining profession in the world? I don’t think so. Bloody heroes all of them. Big thanks.
London Olympics – I don’t know about you guys but I haven’t quite got the Olympic vibe yet, but I will no doubt get swept up in it all as kick off draws near. I can’t wait to hear my old mate Ray ‘Rabs’ Warren call the swimming and whatever else Channel Nine throws his way. I can’t believe that the Sydney Games were 12 years ago?! I had a lot of fun back then doing an Olympics radio show with Mick Molloy. The Triple M network let Mick and I loose with our own national drive time show for the duration of the games. We called the show ‘Going for Bronze’ and we certainly achieved everything we set out to!! One thing that came out of that escapade was my first attempt at impersonating the legendary Bruce McAvaney. Each day I would do a small bit of Bruce commentating on something or other and when the Games finished, I took all of those bits and put them onto a CD single called ‘Bruce 2000’. I described the record as the “perfect way to remember the Sydney 2000 Olympics in just four and a half minutes”.
Even though the single went to number 3 on the Aria chart, it came to my attention over the years that a lot of 12th Man fans had never heard of “Bruce 2000” and never even knew the single existed. A few years ago, someone compiled a cheeky little video to go with the track. I’m gonna try and track it down and whack it up on the website soon. Watch this space!
Lawn Bowls – I found myself locking into a bit of lawn bowls lately on Fox Sports. I’ve only ever played once. A couple of years ago my record company held a gold record piss up for me at Paddington Bowling club and we were able to give it a lash. It was great fun and I have noticed that a lot of bowling clubs are setting aside times each week for punters to come down and try their hand at barefoot bowls. If you get a chance to do it, give it a go (PS. I was fucking great at it, as I recall).
Hearty congratulations to Pup and his beautiful new bride Kylie. What a great job managing to keep the whole thing under wraps. Happy days to them both.
What about the Wiggles?? It’s all just too confusing. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t know who’s who anymore. Make it stop. PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!!
Watching ‘The Voice’ (like everyone else), I’m very pleased to see that, despite his massive worldwide success, Keith Urban seems to have remained the same down to earth, no bullshit, charming bloke that I first met more than 20 years ago. What an incredible talent.
Does anyone else love watching The Graham Norton show as much as I do? I’ve been following him for years on pay TV and noticed he’s now on free-to-air. The show’s format is not too dissimilar to hundreds of others, but his charm and style really make the show a standout. I watched an episode the other night that I had IQ’d and even though I realized I had already seen it, I enjoyed it just as much the second time around. There are not too many chat shows that engage me in the same way. I’m having my own ‘red chair’ built for my living room.
So, there ya go. Apparently that is a ‘blog’ - my very first blog! Now I’m gonna go and take one!!
Love yez all,
Billy B (12th)