Judgement: GUILTY!

Shame! Shame! Shame!

Shame! Shame! Shame!

Flames on the side of my face.

That’s what I had last night as I watched ‘Australian Story’. Australian Story, if you don’t know, is a weekly documentary series on Australia’s public TV broadcaster, ABC. It features the stories of ‘real Australians’. Usually they are worthy people who have intriguing, emotional or complex life journies to share.

Generally Australian Story is a terrific show. They have, however, done some real clangers over the last couple of years. And last night was possibly the worst show – ever.

Nick D’Arcy is a an Australian swimmer – a man I find repugnant in the extreme – who bashed senseless a fellow teammate in a drunken rage one night. The fellow he bashed had a broken eye socket, broken nose and broken jaw. He received this bashing for trying to get Nick to calm down when his drunken behaviour had become out of control at a team social event.

After the incident, this…I hesitate to use the term ‘human being’…showed absolutely no remorse whatsoever. He and his parents focussed completely on trying to spin-doctor the situation to make sure his swimming career wasn’t damaged. The whole thing has made me feel sick from day 1.

Recently Nick D’Arcy got off with just a slap on the wrist in the court case. He’s already back swimming and there’s talk of him being reinstated to positions and situations he was in as an Australian athlete prior to bashing Simon Cowley senseless. So Nick D’Arcy gets to bash someone senseless and leaving him with permanent injuries, destroying Simon’s confidence and negatively altering the course of Simon’s whole life….and what happens? He gets off with a slap on the wrist and goes right on with his career and life as if nothing had ever happened.

And then what?

Our publicly-funded Government broadcaster devotes an entire 1/2 hour to making it seem like Nick D’Arcy was the real victim. Poor Nicky, didn’t get to go the Olympics…got depressed…has a binge drinking problem… Yeah right, he only now has ‘depression’ and a ‘binge drinking problem’ because it’s fashionable in the media and helps spin-doctor the situation even more. Poor Nick – didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t mean to hurt the guy…yeah right! Let’s not mention his other violent incidents.

What enraged me so much last night was the way the story was presented. And the fact that there was an episode of Australian Story about Nick D’arcy at all. The show should have been about Simon Cowley and focussing on how his life has been destroyed by this.

But what we got was half an hour of absolute spin-doctoring by Nick D’Arcy and his parents. That his parents are aiding and abetting him in this disgusting attempt at public ‘redemption’ just sickens me. Aren’t parents supposed to be responsible? Nick D’Arcy is never going to be a better human being because his parents are right behind him trying to re-write history to make him the victim of the whole situation.

Just who is calling the shots at Australian Story? The show is supposed to feature decent Australian men and women and their stories. What we got last night was a half-hour promo-piece for someone that many believe should be in jail right now.

And what is it about the Australian public that almost condones this sort of behaviour in sports people. It’s okay to bash and rob and rape and deal drugs…as long as you’re a good rugby player or cricketer or champion swimmer? Everything is overlooked as long as you’re performing well in your sport. Ugh! It’s a repugnant part of my country that I’ve never understood.

24 hours after the show was broadcast and I still have flames on the side of my face.

Shame Nick D’Arcy, shame.
Shame, Mr & Mrs D’Arcy, shame.
But most of all….
Shame, ABC, shame.

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Thank God for Panadol Rapid

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JudgeG was not a well boy this morning.

A quiet Sunday afternoon drink with James turned into a late night taken up by much merriment and the consumption of quite a few jugs of beer. When you keep refilling the glass from a jug, you don’t really know how many you’ve had…or are having.

I had a blast downstairs at the Midnight Shift last night with DJ David Hiscock playing retro-video all night. James was joined by a friend who was joined by some other friends and suddenly it all got a bit messy. I woke up in a happy, happy, joy, joy mood this morning but by the time I got to work I ‘wasn’t a well woman’ as the old saying goes.

During a team meeting this afternoon…that went on for eons…I almost passed out after feeling like a good chuck chunder was in order. Luckily I held it together long enough to survive the meeting and head straight for a couple of Panadol Rapid tablets and a Diet Coke.

After spending most of the day wanting to lay down under my desk and sleep, within 30 minutes the Panadol Rapids had done their job and I was semi-conscious and semi-coherent again. Talk about the best $2.99 I’ve ever spent!

There’s something symptomatic about Sunday afternoons when James & I get together…they often become Sunday nights and then 8 hours later…..‘I really need to get home now and be horizontal.’

Grant says it’s all self inflicted and yes he’s right…but it was worth it. Great company, fun conversation and fantastic music…(just add beer)…and you’ve got the recipe for a great time. It’s terrific to be around friends like James who know me well enough that I can just be myself…the good, the bad and the ugly JudgeG…and not have to worry about putting on a nice ‘face.’ It’s surprising how much more important that becomes as you get a bit older. You definitely have less time for pretence and are less inclined to be the version of yourself that some people might expect/want/prefer.

After that deep and meaningful analysis, it’s off to bed.

I need about 12 hours a night!

I need about 12 hours a night!

Stockholm By Morning….(I wish!)

Sarah Dawn Finer….my new flavour of the month….sings a song close to the heart of all Swedophiles around the world. I’d just love to be in Stockholm..by morning!

It’s 2 am, at JFK
Been waiting forever
My flight was late
But I’m alright, I’m OK, I guess

Cause I know I’ll see you
In a couple of hours
But my heart gets anxious
When I think about
Your lips, your kiss, it’s hell baby
Feeling like this

From LA to New York
To London, to our front door
Soon I’ll be in your arms
Where I belong, babe
Stockholm by morning
It’s just a million miles
When I’m away from your smile
But it won’t be long
‘Til I’ll be home in your arms
Stockholm by morning

An ocean between
The two of us
Ain’t an easy thing
When I miss your touch
Your taste, your smell
If I can only get
Through this day
I count down the seconds
I count down the minutes
Cause nothing really matters
In this world
Baby, when you’re not in it

I go from LA to New York
To London, to our front door
Soon I’ll be in your arms
Where I belong, babe
Stockholm by morning
It’s just a million miles
When I’m away from your smile
But it won´t be long
‘Til I’ll be home in your arms
Stockholm by morning

Babe, it’s a spiritual thing between the both of us
It’s two cautious hearts
Turning the corner into trust, baby
You take me, you take me there

From LA to New York
To London, to our front door
Soon I’ll be in your arms
Where I belong, babe
Stockholm by morning
It’s just a million miles
When I’m away from your smile
But it won’t be long
‘Til I’ll be home in your arms
Stockholm by morning

It won’t be long ’til I’ll be home
Cause I need you, and I miss you
It won´t be long baby

Two Melodifestivalen 2009 entries that have become my theme songs

I took more than a passing interest in Melodifestivalen this year – thanks to some enthusiastic brainwashing from Grant and James O’Brien. There were a lot of great songs this year but these two kind of summed up where I’m at in 2009. Sarah Dawn Finer and Jonathan Fagerlund have become the new soundtrack to the ‘new me’. After 12 years of running an organisation, an internet community and website, ‘I’m moving on’ so it’s time to say ‘welcome to my (new) life’ 😉

My Theme Song #1

My Theme Song #2

Allow me to be the best judge of that!

Allow me to be the best judge of that!

Allow me to be the best judge of that!

The inspiration behind the title of this website, the legendary Thelma Scott. Thelma’s role in ‘Number 96’ was both hilarious and intimidating. She was always ‘the best judge’ of everyone and every situation.

From her Wikipedia entry…

‘…Following this came the role of imperious Point Piper socialite Claire Houghton in the television soap opera Number 96 starting in 1972. The role of Claire had been devised by the show’s creator David Sale specifically for Thelma Scott. Claire became a popular recurring character in the serial, initially despairing at the “shabby” apartment block Number 96 that her daughter Bev Houghton chose to live in. She soon befriended other residents such as Don (Joe Hasham) and Vera (Elaine Lee), and formed business associations with Jack (Tom Oliver) and Maggie (Bettina Welch).

These associations sustained Claire’s continued role in the series after the death of Bev in January 1974, and formed the basis for her inclusion in the feature film version of the series released in 1974. Though Claire’s appearances diminished in the serial’s middle years, she was relaunched into the show for its final few months, and was central to several key storylines during the 1977 episodes. Claire’s signature phrase in the series was “Allow me to be the best judge of that.”