Thursday, 14 August 2008

Dave's Say: Sonny Bill Williams

Short and sweet this week my good friends.

Much has been said , good and bad, about Sonny Bill Williams walking out on his extremely lucrative contract at the doggies (rugby league).

"What you don't do is run away like a fuckin cat..."

I could not give a flying fuck how unhappy he was, whether there was conflict with coaching staff, other players or fucking grounds keepers, they are all moot points. The bloke signed a contract fair and square, no one held a gun to his head. He is an adult. So here's the deal, you either honour your contract, or re negotiate your way out of it. What you don't do is run away like a fuckin cat and then tell every one from the other side of the world how courageous your actions are. And as if that wasn't enough bullshit to make us choke on our weet bix, Sonny then tells us that he only did it so other young players may benefit down the track.

My advice to Sonny Bill and other weak bitches like him is, do what ever you like with your own life, but don't piss on us all and tell us it's raining.

And one other thing, if Anthony 'The Giant Killer' Mundine is the most vocal supporter in your corner, you might want to think about changing corners...

ROCKON, GLEESO.

P.S. The Screaming Jets signed a dodgy contract when we were 22 years old that we are still beholden to today. Cry me a fuckin river Sonny, see you in 18 years wherever you are.

P.P.S. I hope he doesn't read this or I'm fuckin cactus!

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Paul's August Gigs

Fri 15 Aug - Mt. Erica Hotel, Prahan, 8pm - 11pm, with Scott Kingman and John Kendall
Sat 16 Aug - Backyard Bar, Mornington, 9pm-12.30am - solo
Sun 17 Aug - Crib Point Bar & Grill, 5pm - 8.30pm - solo
Mon 18 Aug - Robin Hood Tavern, Frankston, 9.30pm-1am - Los Trios Bogans

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Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Dave's Dancing With Fairies


Photo by Joanne Baxter
Words by Dave Gleeson

Just got back home from dropping my little girl off at school. I really have got the best job in the world. Although it takes me away for extended periods, it also means that when I am off the road, I get to do the whole father thing, from getting Bella's brekky ready to dancing to the fairies, to watching Dora the Explorer and dressing up as Shrek.

My other mates who have fulltime jobs, have very little time at the beginning and end of the day to play and interact with their kids, and I am constantly thankful that My life has followed the path it has.

Having said that, come September, we will be back on the road full on, and that means we will all (most of the guys have kids of varying ages) be missing our little ones and missuses as we rock this great nation once again.

So dads and mums, live it up and play and interact with your kids every chance you get. It really is the greatest gift we can give to our little tackers.

As for the fairy dancing, I would probably be a little bit embarrassed if footage of it got out, but nowhere near as embarrassed as that Jess chick from the Veronicas is.

Rockon! Gleeso

P.S. The footy is ready and waiting for little Jimmy as soon as he can walk. I think he's gonna play for the Crows.......

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