The Continuing Adventures Of Your Own Personal Jesus

What can anyone say about Grenville Dietrich that hasn't already been suppressed by the courts under defamation laws?  Well, quite a lot really.  I remember seeing Grenville line up for North Adelaide after sharing quite a few ales with him the night before at a nightclub owned by a guy who used race Speedway cars on Friday nights.  I say the night before, but I'm being quite kind here; we stopped drinking at around 5am, whereupon Grenville tried to chat my mother up and duly lined up for North Adelaide at around 1:30pm the same day.  He ambled out onto the ground, took his position, attacked the ball, kicked a goal and promptly spewed his guts up.  And they were quite considerable guts indeed. Grenville got his start with Richmond, but ended up at North Adelaide.  Richmond were more than satisfied with the bald headed goal kicking machine that they had in the form of Kevin Bartlett, and, let's be frank here, once Kevin got the ball nobody else touched ...

People often ask me, who was the King of the Duds when it comes to AFL.  Could it be Port Adelaide's Matthew Westoff?  Romano Negri? Could it be someone like David Gallagher, who was a dud at two clubs?  Or someone else?  Well, to that I say no, because those duds played the game at AFL level - even duds like Adam Saliba and Jim West played at least one game.  I hear you utter names like Trevor Clisby, who never played a game despite being on an AFL list, but he was only ever drafted by one club. The King of all Duds has to surely be this guy - Darren Bartsch.  You may rightly ask who.  Bartsch was drafted by West Coast Eagles, but he stayed in Adelaide, conversely David Hynes, one of the best ruckmen that Port Adelaide produced in the 1980s, went over to the Eagles at the same time that Bartsch was drafted to be rewarded with a premiership medallion.  If, as is claimed, that grand finals are won and lost in the ruck, then Hynes was a bette...

Can you just imagine the sheer research that went into this document? Those poor FBI agents had to sit through multiple screenings of Deep Throat, solely to research it and write down a synopsis, detailing each sordid act that was on display on the big screen. No wonder the Special Agents in charge of the investigation redacted their names out of the end result, but such are the sacrifices that one has to make in the course of such investigations. I hope they had a decent supply of popcorn and tissues on hand.  I'm not sure if this would have been one of the perks of the job, or one of the drawbacks. I can see having no problems sitting in a dark theatre watching a porno for a few times, but I can't see how you'd be able to watch it with a notepad perched on your knee being expected to jot down a detailed synopsis of the plot, such as it was.  And not look at anyone else.  And not stick your hands in your pockets.  Sounds like special torture to me.  ...

Watch the video and sign the petition . It's a worthy cause and, trust me, naming an alley after one of Australia's most influential musicians is a damn sight better than naming it after a politician or some other cretin who nobody knows and who nobody will remember 30 years from now.  Rowland's music lives on, and will continue to live on for decades to come.  So, listen to Jesus here and do the right thing - sign up and let the state of Victoria know that you want to visit the Rowland S Howard Laneway .

What?   They faked it?   Both in the beginning and up to the present day?   Say it ain’t so, Joe!!!   According to former Village People lead singer, Victor Willis, the whole thing was one big fraud, from start to finish. None of the other Village People ever sang on an album, let alone sang live - none of them could carry a tune!   Hell hath no fury like a musician wanting royalties and revenge, and hell definitely hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially when she's a lawyer. Before we get into the who’s and what’s, let hear from Victor himself, via recently filed court documents.   “I am the original lead singer of Village People, and writer of such hits as "Y.M.C.A," Macho Man," "In the Navy," and "Go West.",” writes Willis.   “In 1977 I was recruited by Can't Stop Productions (Henri Belolo) to record an album for a non-existent recording group called Village People.   Henri Belolo told me that if the album failed to be a suc...

I expect that if you mention the name Jonestown to a lot of people today they’d attach no importance or significance to it.   There is a generation of people who still shudder at what happened at Jonestown though, and relive with a certain terror the events on the final day, in particular the final evening within the complex.   For those who don’t remember, or don’t know, The Reverend Jim Jones, a madman in anyone’s terms, led his congregation into a mass suicide, after the slaughter of five people at a nearby airport in Guyana.   At the airport lay a US congressman, Leo Ryan, by all accounts a decent man, three reporters and one of Jim Jones own people who were trying to escape.   This act of murder fuelled the paranoia that Jones had been feeding his people for years, and the result was 908 people dead – elderly, children, babies – everyone, including Jones himself.   Jones had every right to kill himself, but by taking those who could make that choice w...