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PM ambushed by speedo-clad protester
July 04, 2007 11:41am
A SPEEDO-clad protester has ambushed Prime Minister John Howard at a community morning tea in the NSW coastal town of Bega.
The man, dressed only in a pair of speedos, approached the prime minister as he mingled with guests in the local RSL.
He shouted: "What are you doing about global warming? There is no snow, there is no snow'', before he was quickly bundled away by security staff into a nearby toilet.
Mr Howard appeared unfazed by the encounter, going on to meet representatives of local high schools.
In other Bega related news, somehow today I ended up with a Bega Cheese fridge magnet, which will come in handy, when we have a fridge.
So I have done Monday and Wednesday down at the Fun 4 Kids Festival in Warnambool. This festival is pretty big, something close to 5 000 kids each day, it's kind of like a big day out for 4-12 year olds. There are all different types of performers, sports, farm animals, bits where you can make stuff out of wood, face painting, basically anything you could want if you were that age.
My section each day was 2 30 minute workshops with the kids, doing a bit of showing off to start with, then giving them a bit of a go. The workshops were done on Acromat (gymnastics surface), and on a hill, so it was a bit awkward, but everything went really well. Today I made a couple of really good contacts.
I think in the not too distant future I should be able to tell BMS to fuck off, and just live solely off Footbag. Still to me this seems a ridiculous thing, but it is looking more and more likely. I have been in contact with an organisation called Fun Football, and I'm doing some workshops with them next week in Brighton, which will lead into bigger and better things. (Possibly something on the scale of the Milo demos in 2005).
Basically I see myself doing these performances, as working my way up the ladder similar to a band playing their first show. If you keep doing more, more people will notice you, and want you to do something with them.
I also got the email of the guy from the Department of Human Services, they run a sort of Get Active program, similar to the old days of Happy Healthy Harold and Life. Be In It. Baiscally there are gajillions of these programs, and I just need to keep contacting people, keep doing more performances, then I will be set.
Yesterday at BMS, I was on a call for 32 minutes. It was ridiculous. After saying "how's it going today?" I was with a relentless barrage of life story action. For all that effort, all I got was a sunday telegraph, to add to my one other sale for the day. So yeah, of course, I go in and I haven't been taken off the roster, so I talk to Sasha and I say, you said I could drop these shifts, why am I still on the roster? And then she's like "oh, I wouldn't have done that" and then I glared at her and said "well you did".
Oh yeah, yesterday was really shit.
My bank took all my fucking money ($20 in other ATM fees) Time for a new bank. So I had no money to catch the tram, and I had to go to a meeting, in Collingwood, which was with all the directors of the teams in the Reclink Football League, which went pretty well, although on the way out I think I broke the door handle.
So anyway, I just walked from our new house into the city, cos I had already walked down to Bridge Rd, to check the ATM (which was broken), then get some money out at mcdonalds (no sorry sir, you do not have enough cash to purchase these medium fries). So I just kept walking.
So from Collingwood, I just walked down and was going to catch the 109, but I saw that pulling away from where I was, so walked down and jumped on the 48. I had $3.25 in my wallet (a 2 hour ticket cost $3.30). A couple of stops along, who should get on but everybody's favourite people, THE TICKET INSPECTORS. So I was in a pretty fucked situation. If I got off, they would say "where's your ticket", and I would be late for work. If I stayed on they would say "where's your ticket" so I stayed on and tried to play the interstate card, (with my ACT license and everything, although it is actually expired). They didn't really like that, so they're sending me a nice fine to Canberra.
So I was in a really fucking great mood ahead of 5 hours of telemarketing. It actually wasn't too bad a shift, as quite frankly I expected to not get any sales, and I didn't give a fuck. And then I borrowed some money for the ticket home, so I wouldn't receive another fine.
So we're at Kate's mum's tonight, a final farewell of sorts. The removalists come to take all here stuff to Horsham tomorrow. The final episode of Heroes is on. I got really into it up until I started at BMS, and started getting home at 10pm, and as such have not followed it at all, and simply do not care. But anyway, I was suprised to find out they are actually showing Origin tonight, but obviously won't be able to see it. Apparently QLD are down to one man on the bench and it's only half time. Sounds like an Origin that's played the way they're meant to be...really fucking tough.
Paige is down in Melbourne this week, so I'm going to catch up with her tomorrow. Playing some footbag as well, I don't really want to that much. I've been playing, then going to meetings about footbag, etc, repeat etc. So yeah, it's been a pretty busy week. I think I'm going to take Friday and Saturday of work. I think I might even ACTUALLY go to the doctor and get an ACTUAL doctor's certificate, because I have been feeling pretty ill of late.
Once again you will know this is destruction, this is ruin, this is not the answer you've been looking for, this what you are, you are CHAOS.
There's heaps of shows on this weekend, and I can't decide which ones to go to.
July 04, 2007 11:41am
A SPEEDO-clad protester has ambushed Prime Minister John Howard at a community morning tea in the NSW coastal town of Bega.
The man, dressed only in a pair of speedos, approached the prime minister as he mingled with guests in the local RSL.
He shouted: "What are you doing about global warming? There is no snow, there is no snow'', before he was quickly bundled away by security staff into a nearby toilet.
Mr Howard appeared unfazed by the encounter, going on to meet representatives of local high schools.
In other Bega related news, somehow today I ended up with a Bega Cheese fridge magnet, which will come in handy, when we have a fridge.
So I have done Monday and Wednesday down at the Fun 4 Kids Festival in Warnambool. This festival is pretty big, something close to 5 000 kids each day, it's kind of like a big day out for 4-12 year olds. There are all different types of performers, sports, farm animals, bits where you can make stuff out of wood, face painting, basically anything you could want if you were that age.
My section each day was 2 30 minute workshops with the kids, doing a bit of showing off to start with, then giving them a bit of a go. The workshops were done on Acromat (gymnastics surface), and on a hill, so it was a bit awkward, but everything went really well. Today I made a couple of really good contacts.
I think in the not too distant future I should be able to tell BMS to fuck off, and just live solely off Footbag. Still to me this seems a ridiculous thing, but it is looking more and more likely. I have been in contact with an organisation called Fun Football, and I'm doing some workshops with them next week in Brighton, which will lead into bigger and better things. (Possibly something on the scale of the Milo demos in 2005).
Basically I see myself doing these performances, as working my way up the ladder similar to a band playing their first show. If you keep doing more, more people will notice you, and want you to do something with them.
I also got the email of the guy from the Department of Human Services, they run a sort of Get Active program, similar to the old days of Happy Healthy Harold and Life. Be In It. Baiscally there are gajillions of these programs, and I just need to keep contacting people, keep doing more performances, then I will be set.
Yesterday at BMS, I was on a call for 32 minutes. It was ridiculous. After saying "how's it going today?" I was with a relentless barrage of life story action. For all that effort, all I got was a sunday telegraph, to add to my one other sale for the day. So yeah, of course, I go in and I haven't been taken off the roster, so I talk to Sasha and I say, you said I could drop these shifts, why am I still on the roster? And then she's like "oh, I wouldn't have done that" and then I glared at her and said "well you did".
Oh yeah, yesterday was really shit.
My bank took all my fucking money ($20 in other ATM fees) Time for a new bank. So I had no money to catch the tram, and I had to go to a meeting, in Collingwood, which was with all the directors of the teams in the Reclink Football League, which went pretty well, although on the way out I think I broke the door handle.
So anyway, I just walked from our new house into the city, cos I had already walked down to Bridge Rd, to check the ATM (which was broken), then get some money out at mcdonalds (no sorry sir, you do not have enough cash to purchase these medium fries). So I just kept walking.
So from Collingwood, I just walked down and was going to catch the 109, but I saw that pulling away from where I was, so walked down and jumped on the 48. I had $3.25 in my wallet (a 2 hour ticket cost $3.30). A couple of stops along, who should get on but everybody's favourite people, THE TICKET INSPECTORS. So I was in a pretty fucked situation. If I got off, they would say "where's your ticket", and I would be late for work. If I stayed on they would say "where's your ticket" so I stayed on and tried to play the interstate card, (with my ACT license and everything, although it is actually expired). They didn't really like that, so they're sending me a nice fine to Canberra.
So I was in a really fucking great mood ahead of 5 hours of telemarketing. It actually wasn't too bad a shift, as quite frankly I expected to not get any sales, and I didn't give a fuck. And then I borrowed some money for the ticket home, so I wouldn't receive another fine.
So we're at Kate's mum's tonight, a final farewell of sorts. The removalists come to take all here stuff to Horsham tomorrow. The final episode of Heroes is on. I got really into it up until I started at BMS, and started getting home at 10pm, and as such have not followed it at all, and simply do not care. But anyway, I was suprised to find out they are actually showing Origin tonight, but obviously won't be able to see it. Apparently QLD are down to one man on the bench and it's only half time. Sounds like an Origin that's played the way they're meant to be...really fucking tough.
Paige is down in Melbourne this week, so I'm going to catch up with her tomorrow. Playing some footbag as well, I don't really want to that much. I've been playing, then going to meetings about footbag, etc, repeat etc. So yeah, it's been a pretty busy week. I think I'm going to take Friday and Saturday of work. I think I might even ACTUALLY go to the doctor and get an ACTUAL doctor's certificate, because I have been feeling pretty ill of late.
Once again you will know this is destruction, this is ruin, this is not the answer you've been looking for, this what you are, you are CHAOS.
There's heaps of shows on this weekend, and I can't decide which ones to go to.