Judas and the Flesh-Coloured Christs That Glow in the Dark

Just noticed last night that the riff in It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) is a variation on the riff in See That My Grave is Kept Clean off his first album. Can't believe I never noticed it before. Lends further creedence to my ongoing rant about how going electric was a return to origins, rather than a defection.

The Cats

So, I was very ornery about the Brownlow, but like everyone else, I've been completely won over by Jimmy Bartell. He played a blinding game but also a solid one on the weekend. He kicked goals, but on the other hand, he was always lurking in the backline stopping the ball and driving it back out of the defending fifty.

Saturday was a great day for me. My brother is a Geelong fan and so, despite being a Demons girl myself, I spent a lot of my childhood going through those terrible defeats in 1989, 1992, 1994 and 1995 with him. My mother used to compare Geelong's style of play to that of the Germanic tribes who fought the Roman Empire; they play like beserkers, rather than with the steely inevitability of machine teams like Hawthorn and West Coast. Mum always used to point out that those tribes won in the end. Geelong still play that way and they still think that if you kick in the direction of the attacking fifty, an Ablett will take the mark.