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This guy is cool. He may look a bit like Bert Newton's love child, copping endless quips from the likes of Kerry O'Keefe for his "rug", but Doug Bollinger is more of a man than many of the new breed of Aussie Cricketers, with their unstealable cars, mens' mag model WAGs, their calenders, and their bling.
"Bollinger spent time during Australia’s innings walking up and down the Bradman Stand carrying a collection bucket for the Haiti earthquake appeal.But there was no charity on the field as he and Peter Siddle (1-23 off eight overs) produced menacing displays with the new ball."
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Morning radio has always had its share of idiots, whether they be on the air, or on the phone, trying to get on the air. Sydney has Kyle Sandilands, and the haters who relentlessly whine about Adam Spencer (those too old to appreciate his wit, as they didn't even listen to Double J. Spence, you'd better warn Steve Kinaine, before he damages Norman the Quiz and incurs the wrath of those listening to the wireless).
Manchester in the UK has, excuse the cheesy radio playlist pun, "the best of both worlds".
Behold, Steve Penk. He owns the radio station, and therefore has the right of appointing himself to Breakfast Drivetime. Steve, in all his wisdom, insight and community mindedness, played the Van Halen hit, "Jump", on air. Besides highlighting a somewhat retro playlist, Steve also managed to send a tactfully subtle hint to a woman (quite possibly a Blue fan), who was poised to end it all.
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Bravo, Steve, for your tact, diplomacy, and record collection.
My dad has cancer. It is of the self-inflicted variety. His cancer is typically seen in older men who have smoked or had acid reflux, and lately, in women who have contracted HPV. In this case, as in the case of the cervix, cancer can develop. However the body part affected in these women, and in my dad's case, is the oesophagus. You do the Math...
We've known for a long time that "every cigarette is doing you damage". My emaciated father is currently living proof of this. He is probably the oldest looking 67 year old you will ever see. My Grandfather died on Mothers' Day last year, aged 98, and based on appearance alone, you would not assume there was a thirty-odd year gap. I hadn't realised how much my brother resembled Dad until one day, as an adult, I looked afresh at my parents' wedding photos. They bear no resemblance to each other now, except the times they both are holding cigarettes. I pray my brother stops this act of self-harm before he succumbs to the inevitable consequences.
As I write this, I slip in and out of a doze. I am becoming more incoherent as the heaviness increases in my eyelids. I will continue to tell this tale when I can concentrate for more that a word and a hakaz,
Sorry, I just fell asleep at the keyboard.
Goodnight.
I love and admire the McGrath Foundation. They do good work. I think Jane was an amazingly courageous woman who fought hard. Glenn is not only a legend on the pitch, but clearly a legendary sort of husband and dad, who honours Jane in everything he does.
The SCG Trust has gone all out to ensure the McGrath Foundation, Jane and Glenn, are recognised, honoured and supported, so that good can come from her passing. The Ladies Stand was renamed The Jane McGrath Stand,
and patrons, staff and players wore pink in unity with the cause.
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Make sure, if you're heading out to day three of the rather disappointing test match vs Pakistan in Sydney, that you don the pink, in honour of Jane McGrath, and to support the McGrath Foundation, Glenn and their kids.
Since Jane's loss, the Foundation has teamed up with the SCG Trust to fundraise, to ensure more Breast Care Nurses are available to help Breast Cancer patients, and their families.
My father in law died quickly and traumatically when he was diagnosed with inoperable cancers. The Baird Institute funds research into making cardiothorasic surgery more efficient, to ensure better outcomes for patients and families.
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Normally I'd be at church on Christmas morning, but my son is a bit sick. So instead, I have a moment to wish all and sundry a very happy Christmas, spent in the joy of remembering the love God has for the world, demonstrated in the gift of his Son, wrapped in human flesh, whom he sent to save us.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son." John 3:16ff.
THIS is the best Christmas present ever!
Peace and blessings to everyone this Christmas.
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I have to admit to being a tiny bit jealous with Elin Woods. If only life was that simple. If you have a problem or a frustration, just pick up your golf club and start swinging. However I exist by a different moral code. I tend not to take the violent path. I take it out on my keyboard. Blogging purges me. If my mind was akin to an entire digestive system, the process of blogging would be its colon. And a good friend once said, "Every (organisation) needs a good colon", in order to expell its waste. This blog enables me to be "Clean Green Neen". Satirising the stupidity around me is an essential part of my character, and aids in maintaining mental health. Mr Bennett was right: "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in turn."
So here beginneth the Haven Cove rant for today:
I hate bore water
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I have to admit to being a tiny bit jealous with Elin Woods. If only life was that simple. If you have a problem or a frustration, just pick up your golf club and start swinging. However I exist by a different moral code. I tend not to take the violent path. I take it out on my keyboard. Blogging purges me. If my mind was akin to an entire digestive system, the process of blogging would be its colon. And a good friend once said, "Every (organisation) needs a good colon", in order to expell its waste. This blog enables me to be "Clean Green Neen". Satirising the stupidity around me is an essential part of my character, and aids in maintaining mental health. Mr Bennett was right: "For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in turn."
So here beginneth the Haven Cove rant for today:
I hate bore water
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"Comedy gold" best describes the last week or so in Tiger Wood's so it seemed squeaky clean to sordid life. His sponsors must be cringing at the idea that the sporting hero has taken their advice a bit too literally. "Just Do It" seems to be the answer that pops into his head whenever he sees a woman who looks like his wife. Gillette's slogan, "The best a man can get" seems to be a little prophetic, as the women around him become more lethal than a razor to the jugular. Or perhaps Tiger is aiming to prove that he can "get" better. Somehow I don't think the company execs are feeling Tiger Woods was the best face their company could get to promote their clean-shaven image.
Saturday Night Love, that US institution, has done a gem of a sketch. Hopefully this link will continue to work by the time you click on the link.
taking the concept of "golf swing
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Woods has really fallen from grace this week. Even those who worship his graven image have denounced him. John Zeigler, Pastor of the First Church of Tiger Woods, has written:
"Unfortunately, Tiger Woods has made it all to easy to realize that he is no longer worthy of any special admiration.
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Comment by Jeannine Baird
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Clean Green Neen
For me, the surprise was in not being able to quote word for word great chunks of the script, as well as the chemistry between Cornish and Whishaw. Restraint in the face of mutual attraction is a heady thing.