Category Archives: The Muse

John Lennon and Mick Malthouse on the same page? As artists they’ve looked into that deep dark truthful mirror on occasion, often to question the very essence of their life long passion. So let’s compare their lyrics. Firstly, Lennon’s Yer … Continue reading →

To reflect there was enjoyment to be had out of the Richmond Sydney clash was like saying you watch “Embarrassing Bodies” for the medical insights. A low scoring battle, the match a continual scrag of bodies moving randomly under it’s … Continue reading →

Amongst the predictable beltings this round, came a rich seam of match day beauty producing alluvial contested gold. We begin by musing on the notion that if St Kilda was a grape we’d be collectively quaffing them after Geelong’s savage … Continue reading →

A lack of discipline brings Carlton  more undone on and off the field than the collective open flies on degenerates sharing their shoppin’ on social media. All over the beggin bowl Lions into the last quarter, Carlton experienced stalwarts Jarod Waite … Continue reading →

Jack’s week mirrored my own incapacity bedridden with gastro/flu hybrid. Plenty of starts and stops before a flush of goals. Putting himself forward for the weekly press conference having recovered from a self imposed “media ban”, Jack promptly provides ample … Continue reading →

Just pitched an idea for a book about a character called Mr Bump…. “Poor Mr. Bump – he’s always covered in bandages. He just can’t avoid bumping into hips, shoulders and elbows. On account of his accident-prone nature, he has … Continue reading →