In this, the third and penultimate post in this podcast series, successful mining company executive Mr Hilton Casey-Urqhuart-Newton-Thomas (now there’s an acronym!) reveals why he is thriving from the Perth boom and points an accusatory finger directly at those who are not.
Don’t get mad, busted bum boomtime battlers – get wise! Listen in and take careful note of all Mr Casey-Urqhuart-Newton-Thomas has to say.
In essence, he claims that anyone can do as well as he has and if you’re one of the have-nots, it’s your fault. So take responsibility, get yourself a personal coach, read Rhonda Bryne’s The Secret, set your goals, visualise, action your plan and hold on for the ride to riches. Simple? You ain’t heard nothin’ yet! Ignore this podcast at your material and spiritual peril.
Hilton Interview Part 3: The Secret of Success (duration 5 minutes 40 secs) [podcast]http://theboomtownrap.perthpunk.com/Hilton3.mp3[/podcast] (Intro music from song When Surfin’ Was #1 © Ross Buncle 1993; All rights reserved)
Had dinner with friends a few nights back, and during the extended wine soak that followed conversation got on to one of my TV unmissables, Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares. For the uninitiated, each episode of RKN features foul-mouthed and tempered UK celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay troubleshooting a struggling restaurant and seeking to turn business around inside a week.
Recalling some of Ramsay’s spectacular irascible moments – eg: throwing Joan Collins and her food critic companion out of his restaurant; bellowing something along the lines of “fuck me, who the fuck do you think you are, you arrogant French PIG” into the livid face of a blinking continental chef resisting advice – we chuckled heartily (veritable beacons of humanity that we be). But then from across the table came a comment that sliced apart the bonhomie of the night like a Gustav Emil Ern carving knife:
I once held Anthony Mundine in unrelenting contempt. His likening himself to one of my heroes, Muhammad Ali, both as a great boxing champion and national black leader, inspired scorn and ridicule. Whatever his prowess as a rugby league player, he was unproven as a boxer and clearly way out of Ali’s league as a wit…well, let’s be mercilessly honest – what wit? The guy gave no indication of being anything but a bighead with more bone than brain betwixt left and right temple.
Then came the fight against Danny Green. I joined the thousands in Perth that night queued up outside pubs to watch the gladiators on the big screens. Parochial as Perth is, the crowds were baying as one for Mundine’s blood. The hope and expectation was that Green would shut The Mouth up and sit his arrogant arse on the canvas well inside the distance. Continue reading Mouth Mundine Steps Up In Class→