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Perth, Political

Troy ‘Sniffy’ Buswell On The Nose Again

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Troy ‘Sniffy’ Buswell put on quite a show in the parliamentary monkey cage yesterday when the Libs’ plan for extended shopping hours was kiboshed by the Opposition. Frothing-mouthed sore loser Sniffy declared the Opposition bottom-feeding scum, then with an extravagant flourish produced a box of Weetbix, a can of Whiskas and some dunny paper and went on a rampage against IGA supermarkets (see report here).

Troy ‘Sniffy’ BuswellPic: Troy ‘Sniffy’ Buswell struggles with his mouth as his nose looks on…

Sniffy Buswell’s fury with the Opposition is over the top given that his party, when in opposition, blocked the previous ALP government’s attempts to extend trading hours, but channeling his frustration into an attack on IGA is el bizarro and contemptible – something akin to kicking the dog cos you’ve had a bad day. Continue reading Troy ‘Sniffy’ Buswell On The Nose Again →

Blogging & Internet, Food, Perth, TV

‘MasterChef Australia’ – Egos in Aprons, Seeking Celebrity

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A while ago, in one of those bored moods sitting in front of the monitor googling old school peers, ex-lovers, ex-wish-they’d-been-lovers, distant family relations etc, I thought I’d drop in on my old mate Matt from abstractgourmet. Many moons ago, we enjoyed an “exchange” in the Comments thread of my post And the Boomtown Rap Silver Spoon Best Perth Food Critic Award goes to… . I was out of inspiration for further aimless stone-turning on the web, so why not pay ol’ Matt a visit and see what he was up to, I asked myself. Go on, Self urged in glad response. So I did. Continue reading ‘MasterChef Australia’ – Egos in Aprons, Seeking Celebrity →

AFL, Perth

Wishy Washy Woosha!

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OK, this is a somewhat gratuitous post. I admit it – it’s all about the title. Couldn’t resist.

I should preface the following by declaring that John Worsfold contributed the most unforgettable and thrilling moment of poetic justice in the history of Subiaco Oval footy when he shirtfronted Hawthorn bullyboy, weight-thrower and general wanker Dermot Brereton on August 18th, 1991. The ecstatic crowd response was something I was part of, for which I thank Woosha, God and the fates for all eternity.

For those who would like to relive that magic moment, here it is:

Of course, Woosha was an intrinsic part of the coming of age of the Eagles, and of the legendary team that took off the club’s inaugural flag in 1992, and repeated the feat in 94. And he coached a succeeding generation to their third Premiership win in 2006. Bouquets, brickbats and bent-low bowings. Thank you, Woosha.

But what happens to this esteemed hard man of WA footy when he gets in front of the camera? It’s like Superman changing into Clark Kent! With the possible exception of Kylie Minogue, John Worsfold would have to be the blandest interviewee of all time. Kyles is urgently in need of a personality transplant, but Woosha’s interview impotence is all about attitude – he refuses to take a stand on anything but not taking a stand on anything! That’s wishy washy, Woosha! Continue reading Wishy Washy Woosha! →