Some grub has offered the manager of Eels player Corey Norman $150,000.00 to remove from the market a tape allegedly showing Norman engaging in some sexual activity with people in a room, and among those people is a player for the Panthers, James Segayaro. The Seven network have taken pains to state that although there is drug taking in the room, neither of the footie players are partaking in anything illegal, just 'distasteful' stuff, according to the spokesperson for the network. What's distasteful about consenting adults having sex? Who made Channel 7 the moral guardians of everything? What I find distasteful is that someone would film a person in sexual congress and try to make money off it, sans that person's consent. Whoever is doing this, in the event you are reading this, you are a PRICK, or PRICKETTE should you possess ovaries and uterus. I'm so over people filming famous people doing stuff that involves consenting adults and trying to make a buck off it. I'm more over people getting outraged by other people's sex lives. I'm flummoxed to silence as to why someone would engage in rumpy-pumpy with an NRL player. To me, most of them look like a fridge with a butcher's block for a head.
Last night I watched 'Q&A', and like most people, was really pissed off at Steve Price for dismissively calling another panellist 'hysterical'. Van Badham was indeed impassioned in her views, but I don't think she was 'hysterical', particularly given an audience member had just shared a harrowing experience, being the foul murder of his own sister by her meat-cleaver wielding partner. It upset me when I heard it. It undoubtedly upset Van, and other members of the panel. It probably moved Price, too; it's a monstrously distressing story. However, Price glibly and snottily dismissed Van as 'hysterical'. Price, this is rude and toxic; wake up to yourself. Please.
Oh, and George Brandis - John Howard the 'most admired prime minister in Australian history'? Seriously, you have got to start washing the pesticides off the fruit before you eat it! That venal grub who I understand to have been instrumental in exposing the Junie Morosi/Jim Cairns affair, and who lied about children overboard, as well as leading us into war over the bungled WMD? Admired? Seriously, Brandis, stop hanging out under live power lines, will you?
Today I watched the movie 'Me Before You', and could kind of identify given I do care work, when not writing. My ovaries (what ovaries I have left given I've cracked a half-century) totally exploded when I saw the dude playing the quadriplegic character. I'm crushing severely on him.
I'm also crushing on Tim Minchin, and if ever a movie is made of my novel 'Silver Studs and Sabre Teeth', I'm certain he could play the Marc Bolan impersonator. Tim's kind of enigmatic, has a bit of sexiness about him, and can sing. He's a bit taller than Marc Bolan was, but then, so are a lot of people. Hey, Tim, I'll put in a word for you if need be, okay?
Finally, someone told me today I was old to have had my children when I did. In biological maternity terms, perhaps I am. This person told me she had her children at 21, 24 and 26 (or something like that). Well, at 21, 24 and 26 I was too busy travelling, partying, and getting laid. That's heaps more fun than shitty nappies any day. Nowadays, I am too broke to travel, and too tired to party. That just leaves one option, heh-heh!
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