Happy Invasion Day Mother Fucker!

Sorry Kids...it needs to said...

FUCK Australia Day!













"Enjoy the beers gentlemen but...."

FUCK the fake patriotism...

Really guys.... A fucking flag will not make you a hero or good Australian, Please Stop it! It encourages our more stupid, drunk, bogan, halfwit dickheads to act complete cunts, beat up on some hapless foriegner (or an aborginal man) and called it "Patriotism"...Fuck You. fuck Man, there is good in showing your pride in what is, otherwise is fucking awesome to live and grow and possibly prosper, but don't become a blind patriot and start acting like our dear war partners the U.S.

Just remember... white man didn't discover Australia we invaded it, defiled, raped and murdered the culture of the Aboringal land holders and tribes, and built Westfields and made The Veronicas famous...

and we celebrate this?

Fuck The Perth Fireworks...400,000 people watching things go bang...yay. And if OzStereo are doing your soundtrack...yeah...nuff said.

Fuck the Drunks...see 1st paragraph.

but...

LONG LIVE the Hottest 100...Rosie and crew are the ONLY savior on this very shit day. It just better not be anyone shit at no.1 this year!

Fuck Bernard Fanning

Hate and Malice

Gav

P.S If you decide to complain or argue with me about my thoughts on Australia Day... Just know I actually I LOVE living here in Oz...but I'm also not stupid enough not see it's many and growing list of faults.

Part 4: MORE Rosie Bullshit...

Hmmm I do a Suicide Girl to Rosie Beaton comparsion and not actually talk about why I would even bother talking about....

Ms. Rosie Beaton











A Woman who's bold enough to sit and chat to Me (while being asked out on a date with me by former Caffeine Show co-host Marvs) for 30 minutes, deserves a fucking medal. If not a medal, at least a mention in this blog.

Rosie is the host JJJ's "Super Request" program, now having to put up with dumb shit requests by dumb shit people EVERY WEEKNIGHT, also says.... she deserve a medal.

Apart from the fact I think shes is a stunner (yet, no one else see why I do). She is actually a very good radio host. I would defnately struggle in her role and from the little time we got to spend with Ms.Beaton during that interview we did nearly 16 months ago, she seemed to possess a unbreakable positive persona and had me coming to the conclusion thats she is slightly mad (absolutely nothing wrong with that either, my dear).

Unlike your host here (Me!!! if you don't catch my drift), who is on a good dose of "Haterade" every week... she is a beam of positivity and usually cheers myself and the JJJ's audience up with her constant happiness and great attitude towards her job.

She is the anti-Gav in a wierd way.

Unlike her rivals on the commercial networks, she isn't fake as fuck (what you hear, is what you get), giving out leftover promo copies of Pussycat Dolls or Mariah Carey CD's.

She has the "Scab Grab" (see above comment) for that kinda gear.

But for those that listen to Western.Oz from 8pm on a Tuesday Night, you should know that they are missing out on all the Rosie action, but of course who have Monday, Tuesday (before 8pm), Wednesday (sorry Sam and Fidella), Thursday and Friday for that.

So heres to my radio hero, Rosie Beaton

With Love

Gavin Crossley

Part 3...

For This time around... we'll speak about...

Sarah Blasko




















Sarah is one of my solo favourite artists.

Why?

Fuck knows actually.... I normally hate soft pop music (see The Caffeine Show and all the whinging I did on that show on that very subject), i'm not a fan of her counterparts in her "catergory" either... Mia Dyson, Missy Higgins, Delta "my second album was a flop" Goodrem etc.

The fact that she does a lot of that arty shit as well (which I also HATE with a passion) makes this Sarah love more fucked up. But as many of our readers should know Sarah Blasko's album "The Overture and The Underscore" and her new album "What the Sea Wants, The Sea Will Have" got a lots of airplay on The Caffeine Show and of course JJJ (JJJ being my dream place to work and of whom I would defect to quicker than you can Rosie Beaton).

Somehow through the arty bullshit and love songs, her originality shines through. Sarah is somehow an endearing and enjoyable listen. It might be her husky vocals and live instrumentation or it could be her on-stage dancing (which has to be seen to be believed). Actually on the dancing (Sarah, if your reading this) I have dubbed this "the canter" (Copyright Caffeine Industries 2006) which is her back and forth movement while grasping the mic during the bridges of her tracks.

Ms. Blasko, you gotta show me how to do the canter....because i can't replicate it. Add the canter with the rest of her interperative freestyle dancing makes for intersting and highly entertaining viewing if you ever go to a Sarah show. If you add this with her wardrobe (which is like a Granny's dress sense in the 60's), this makes the image of Sarah Blasko work for her and for me. For being original, and for making decent music against the odds.

Your a saluted Gav Favourite.

Love and Respect

Gav

P.S You can check out her music @ www.myspace.com/sarahblasko

Random Older and Stuff I've written but not published until now...Pt 1

We'll heres something I love more than Rosie...

Basketball...

I feel this way about the sport of Basketball because long my association with the sport. It all started in my childhood... my wilder, younger days (i.e I was a little shit and I'm the reason why I HATE kids today) and my year 4 teacher Mr.Leaning forcing me into a "Non-contact" sport, to let out my aggression and boundless ADHD energy out while doing something constructive and not drawing pictures people being slaughtered and chasing kids around the playgournd with a stick.

So, I started to play...and well I sucked.... but I was very good at the intentional foul (usually belting some poor kid at least once a game for no reason other than my own frustration with my shitness) and the technical foul (for screaming at the ref and slapping the floor or any other various way of having a spazz you can think of). I was on warpath most games and was a benchwarmer most games...usually it be your coach who'd bench you...nope. It was my mother who'd drag me from the court...to cool me off.

Being completely bloody useless on-court and criminally insane by the age of 9 didn't help me play well and I was a huge hindrance to my team-mates (sorry fellas).... did I mention I sucked?Anyway, for the first time in my life I persisted with something because regardless of how shit I was (and still am) I loved the sport. It's a quick, high scoring game and fun to play...nuff said.

Although admittedly I haven't played in 4 years competitively, I'm still afraid on my "white-line fever" I still have the urge to pick my ball and shoot aournd every so often. Hell, I've played in Junior League Premierships, 6 of em... 4 Premierships when I was in Year 7 with the Camberwarra Cats (My Primary School Team) in Terms 1,2,3 and 4 plus we were undefeated.

Then 2 more titles in my teens with "Craigie Chaos" (a team of Craigie High Mates) and "Quiksilver" (yes, I know shithouse name) with was a hybrid of the remaining Craigie Chaos Members (we had mass exodus due to my defection Craigie to Padbury High for career reasons) and some Padbury High Kids (tensions were high most of the time).

Then, after that I played some in adult comps (at a very low level) with the same team that we won the premiership with in the Juniors (we were A division champs there) for a couple more seasons. Then I stopped after I started hate the world more and sadly the guys I played with too, for school reasons which I won't go into here.But at this point I had taken up refereeing the sport for that Junior League, which I loved every second of.

As much I as hated sports parents...

Parent: “HOW WAS THAT A FOUL!!!”

Gav: “He clotheslined the other kid, ma’am, now get the fuck off my court!!”.

Those were good days, I soon became a favourite with the kids... (because I'm big kid myself) and parents (well most of them) loved me, t'was good to be loved and have purpose (especially as a scrawny awkard angry 16 yr old boy).

But I was unceremoniously fired in 2003, (of which I found out about in my superannuation letter of all things...) because me and the new boss of the league didn't get along (I hated that bitch and feeling was mutual). That ended my refereeing days, in a sad fashion.

But in the twist to this tale. I started refereeing again in early 2006. But this time for the mens, womens and mixed competition at Lords Sports Club. I even continued to referee games in Melbourne (when I moved over there to study) at Msac in Albert Park (they paided "cash-in-hand"). Even now on my return to Perth, I'm continuing my refereeing duties (trust me, the extra cash helps).

Shit, I still follow the NBA religously (Thank God for ESPN). It's still my favourite sport and as much as I love my Sydney Swans...Basketball will always be placed above Footy or any other sport forever and until the day after I die.

"I Love This Game"

With much Love of the Game

Gavin Crossley

The Gav Blog Begins...

Hello Children,

It's time for me to blog again.

and without further bullshit...lets rock...

Rosie???

I was doing my usual myspace garbage and I stumbled upon this!!!

















Everyone who has read a blog of mine or knows me personally OR even listened to The Caffeine Show at some point, would know about my undying love of my dearest Rosie Beaton (from JJJ's Super Request Radio Program and JTV Saturday).

But this photo apart from being a "suicide girl" shot (of which i'm also a big fan)...but I was looking through the "myspace friends"....and noticed this photo...it threw me.

I was like "the..fuck....that looks like..." I had closer look and was official baffled...did Rosie Beaton do a "Suicide Girls" shoot???

Hmmm.....

you be the judge...

Regards

Gav

P.S Rosie you will be questioned on this.