Channel Nine, Sydney, Australia, has to be joking if it seriously thinks it can revive Big Brother. So many people were glad to see the end of that mega boring, amateurish show. It only appealed to a certain demographic of youngish people who were renting and found some sympathy with some of the house’s occupants. But for the rest of us normal mainstream audience, it was tedious, dull, motionless and had poor camera angles , due to the nature of the show. It really wasn’t a program that should have been on television. It was more of a social experiment that should have remained in the psychology department of a university. Because there were no real proper actors and scripts, the dialogue became sluggish and people always seemed exhausted, due to being cooped up with each other. In fact, it was sick and inhumane to a great extent. And it was never real or candid, since the occupants knew they were being watched. Some played up and some were shy. All in all, it was immensely annoying and the whole production fell way below the standard, television audiences had come to expect from commercial television programs. Only people who can put up with amateurs, could endure the garbage that driveled out of that house on a daily basis. And that was the worst aspect of the whole enterprise. It continued on day after day and the Network kept on pumping out inordinate amounts of hyped up publicity about every insignificant event in the human peep show zoo. It really took on a perverted turn after some weeks. I don’t know why people allowed themselves to be subjected to such psychological torture.

Big Brother has had its day. It absolutely bored the tears out of so many people, in the end, they just couldn’t watch it any longer. Unlike quiz shows which can be revived, for another year or so now and then, the Big Brother concept (and house)should be buried in concrete and dumped way out in the ocean, a hundred kilometres off the coast of Australia–never to be hauled out on prime time television screens again.

But this isn’t the only clanger, James Packer and his band of pathetic executives are trying to force onto the general public. At the moment, a show about how his father, Kerry Packer, developed one day cricket was made. What a puff piece of egotism for the Packer family. As if the so called invention of one day cricket is interesting enough to turn into a television program. All this publicity about the Packer family contribution to Australia is as bad when the Packers used to promote the hell out of their America’s cups challengers with their yacht–Gretel. This was just massive egotism at work, way back then. Now, James Packer has found a new family angle, to milk all the undue adulation from the public. Surely people are going to see this for what it is–a unnecsessry waste of money to place Kerry Packer on some sort of pedestal in Australian television history.
This has to be the greatest waste of money since Allan bond bought channel nine, over a decade ago , for the inflated price of one billion dollars. The show is only going to appeal to the cricket fraternity who love boring slow-moving events–like cricket. It’s the greatest, hyped up and underserved tribute a son can give to a father. James Packer really has lost the plot with this one and the revival of Big Brother. He really doesn’t know what to do with his money. Just like when he hired Eddie Macquire to be General Manager of Channel Nine.  Eddie Macquire fired a whole group of people in the news room. Then had the hide to take the sports show over to Germany for the big World Soccer final. It was a fizzer. It was only an excuse for Macquire and his cronies to get an overseas holiday, at Channel Nine’s expense. Macquire overestimated the interest in soccer in this country. His sackings were just a stereotyped frightening tactic that an imbecile uses to induce fear into the staff at Channel Nine. In the end, he realised he didn’t know what he was doing or he was pushed to go and allowed to bow out gracefully by resigning. Anyhow it just shows that James Packer chose him based on friendship or an over inflated assessment of Macquire’s abilities. Once again, with these new projects, James Packer is listening to nit wits with small-minded views of what the majority want to watch on television. He only is listening to a closed circle of dim wits with decadent imaginations and no creativity. Both projects are doomed to be worthless flops and ratings downers.


Ettingshausen Snow Job by NEW IDEA

How dumb does the editor at NEW  IDEA  think we the public are?! This magazine is currently running a television advertisement that seems to twist the whole disgusting Ettingshausen adultery affair all around and try to make us sympathetic to this gorilla faced bozo. The whole tone of the advertisement and the loving pictures of Ettingshausen seated below his adoring and slightly sad wife are truly tripple A bulldust. I am surprised she is even talking or wants to be seen with the arrogant womanizer and family breakup artist.

Ettingshausen is 50% of the cause of this disgusting affair with another team member and the other half of the blame goes to the woman of the poor man who was so heartbroken over the realisation of this terrible sneaky affair. The only one who deserves sympathy are the poor victims in this horrible affair and certainly not boof head Ettingshausen. But because Etting hausen is so famous and the other man is a virtual unknown, the New Idea has taken it upon itself to shield and twist the whole experience around and ask us to feel sorry for bonehead Ettingshausen. No way. This is the greatest piece of massive propaganda portrayed in some time by the main stream media, who think they can brainwash the public into forgetting just who was the perpetrator.

It seems the more society gives to these famous people– athletes– the more they take from ordinary other people. Ettingshausen is so much more wealthy than the poor male victim. He has his television show and the many endorsements of products with his boof head emblazoned on them. The question has to be asked–Did Ettingshausen pay the NEW IDEA to come up with this ridiculous angle and treatment on the affair. The more likely answer is she is demented and senile!


It’s summer time in Australia again and as usual, the fanatical cricketers are flocking to the capital cities to sit like zombies in massive stadiums. The touring side travels around from capital city to capital city playing that state’s best cricket team.Please world, do not judge all Australians by the stereotyped cricket fan. The majority of us do have interesting hobbies besides sitting on our behinds and cheering for a bunch of overpayed and talentless athletes.

Some journalists would have you believe that our happiness depends on Australia winning the so-called Ashes. This trophy is so laughable — it’s about the size of a amateur trophy you would see at a teenagers’ sports final. It is made of wood and is purported to contain the ashes of some stupid cricket stumps from decades gone by.

This yearly cricket series –The Ashes — that Australia plays between England and some of the other remnants of the so called British Commonwealth is just so tedious. The typical cricket match goes something like this. The bowler takes a long run up towards the opposing player, who is standing at the other end of the pitch ( about 25 meters away). He attempts to prevent the bowler from hitting the three stumps just behind him. The batter may just block the ball, with the bat he is holding or hit it so far as to ‘make a few runs’ by running the length of the pitch. Fielders  attempt to catch the ball or throw it at the stumps before the batter/runner has completed a run. A great deal of the time, no runs are scored and the batter just blocks the ball being bowled at him. More time is spent setting up the bowler’s bowl, than in actually hitting and running. When the little red ball is finally hit a great distance, no one can hardly see it because it is so small and traveling so fast.

 It is a wonder slightly intoxicated fans haven’t been knocked fatally on the head by some balls that can be hit into the grandstand. But you never know, some drunk might get clobbered one of these days. At least it would cause some excitement at the cricket. I think the only way some people can endure so many hours of such boredom is to get slowly drunk —  hence the reason that alcohol is sold at cricket matches. It is not just to make money, but to keep the fans from walking out after an hour or so. Cricket is such a slow-paced game and difficult to watch on television, due to the smallness of the ball and the speed with which it is bowled and hit.

Furthermore, until a few decades ago, safety gear like helmets wasn’t even mandatory. And the fanatics play it in the middle of the Australian summer.

Fortunately, this boring state of affairs doesn’t go on too long, but our television screens are monopolised for long stretches (ie five hours) at a time to give the rest of the people a chance to watch this banal spectacle. It’ s really ludicrous how some sports commentators can be enthralled by this game. Just because they make a big noise about it and the players are payed large sums of money, doesn’t mean it is interesting to all. The boring minority simply assume everyone else is as enthusiastic about this tedium as they are.

The picture below demonstrates my typical attitude to the game of cricket.