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Just not right. What is next. A South Market fried Dim Sim served with avocado and chives on lettuce leaf? FFS.I was in a cafe in Yarraville and the bloke next to me got his foccaccia served on what can only be described as a metallic dust pan! We looked at each other and burst out laughing!
Does it matter? Leave them alone. There are four frightened, confused kids trying to comprehend what has occurred. The media sitting outside their house should be bashed. Parasites.Someone posted on the scandals and rumours board what he apparently took.
Just not right. What is next. A South Market fried Dim Sim served with avocado and chives on lettuce leaf? FFS.
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Don't pick on the media camped outside his door, they provide the information for Slobbo and all the 'news breakers' on TV.Does it matter? Leave them alone. There are four frightened, confused kids trying to comprehend what has occurred. The media sitting outside their house should be bashed. ******* parasites.
Yep I lived in South Melbourne for 35 years. The South Market was special. Now it is a hipster enclave.I used to work in Dorcas st for many years. Every Friday we would head to the market and smash 4 or 5 of those delicious morsels of salty pork, cabbage, arse and lips.. Heaven in a paper bag..
Can't be justified.Don't pick on the media camped outside his door, they provide the information for Slobbo and all the 'news breakers' on TV.
Agreed, they are there so their superiors can pontificate with authority, without having to do any of the dirty work themselves.Can't be justified.
I watched a video once on how hotdogs are made. My belly still demands them every now and again. Stupid belly.
I remember reading the ingredients of a home brand hotdog pack and was astounded to find at the end of the list "5% other"..
What the hell is "other"?
Back in the days when the men women and children of the Blue Army would march to all parts of uncivilised Victoria, i.e. Windy Hill, Victoria Park,Western Oval, Moorabbin, to spread the gospel of the Blues,we would arrive early to stake our claim. The wind was cold my friend, as the young ones cried out for nourishment. A brave few ventured forward waiting eagerly for the chips, hot dogs and pies. Now the humble pie, back 40 years ago was not the pie of today. Nowadays we have delicious bakery pies. Standing in a queue, at the Western Oval 3 degrees below zero, 60 mile Antarctica gale, a warm pie was a good option. The trouble was that pies in those days had many questionable ingredients. A veteran member of the Blue Army had his tooth shattered when he bit into something that resembled grissle. Another pulled something out that was rubbery and bounced. To make it worse there would be the odd current affair episode showing mice being found in some of these pies. I refused to eat a pie for many years. Chips cooked in god knows what, and a flask of whiskey kept the cold out. The force was strong with us......I remember reading the ingredients of a home brand hotdog pack and was astounded to find at the end of the list "5% other"..
What the hell is "other"?
Back in the days when the men women and children of the Blue Army would march to all parts of uncivilised Victoria, i.e. Windy Hill, Victoria Park,Western Oval, Moorabbin, to spread the gospel of the Blues,we would arrive early to stake our claim. The wind was cold my friend, as the young ones cried out for nourishment. A brave few ventured forward waiting eagerly for the chips, hot dogs and pies. Now the humble pie, back 40 years ago was not the pie of today. Nowadays we have delicious bakery pies. Standing in a queue, at the Western Oval 3 degrees below zero, 60 mile Antarctica gale, a warm pie was a good option. The trouble was that pies in those days had many questionable ingredients. A veteran member of the Blue Army had his tooth shattered when he bit into something that resembled grissle. Another pulled something out that was rubbery and bounced. To make it worse there would be the odd current affair episode showing mice being found in some of these pies. I refused to eat a pie for many years. Chips cooked in god knows what, and a flask of whiskey kept the cold out. The force was strong with us......
I'm struggling to get my head around the concept of holding a pie, a bucket of chips, a footy record & a pen. Something had to give & there was no way the footy record & pen would be ditched.Yes, being a couple of years shy of 50 myself I remember those days.. Luckily for me, being "wog" meant that mum would make me and dad a stack of mordadella sangas on vienna bread absolutely smothered in butter. Mine would invariably have a fair lashing of tomato sauce as well.. Id still have enough room for a pie or hotdog. Funnily enough, I cannot ever remember buying hot chips at the footy.. never really struck me as "footy food"..
And the media camped outside of his house during key moments during the doping scandal were legends for trying to find the truth of the matter!Does it matter? Leave them alone. There are four frightened, confused kids trying to comprehend what has occurred. The media sitting outside their house should be bashed. Parasites.
I'm struggling to get my head around the concept of holding a pie, a bucket of chips, a footy record & a pen. Something had to give & there was no way the footy record & pen would be ditched.
They should have tried to force their way into the property and interview the children. Award winning stuff. Who knows maybe follow them when they go back to school. Interview the teachers and other students. Any wonder people have stopped buying newspapers.And the media camped outside of his house during key moments during the doping scandal were legends for trying to find the truth of the matter!
That I do. All in plastic sleeves in folders.
so jealous you still have those at home somewhere with your own jottings of goals kicked by the likes of buzz, sellers and wallsy...........
My grandfather did a similar thing in his younger days & regretted it so much. I have a handful of VFA ones from the 1950s that he kept, but he told me he really wished he'd hung on to them all.Ahh.. I kept every record from games from around 1980 to 1993. Then inexplicably had a cleanout and tossed them out.
What an idiot.
Yes, being a couple of years shy of 50 myself I remember those days.. Luckily for me, being "wog" meant that mum would make me and dad a stack of mordadella sangas on vienna bread absolutely smothered in butter. Mine would invariably have a fair lashing of tomato sauce as well.. Id still have enough room for a pie or hotdog. Funnily enough, I cannot ever remember buying hot chips at the footy.. never really struck me as "footy food"..
Yes, being a couple of years shy of 50 myself I remember those days.. Luckily for me, being "wog" meant that mum would make me and dad a stack of mordadella sangas on vienna bread absolutely smothered in butter. Mine would invariably have a fair lashing of tomato sauce as well.. Id still have enough room for a pie or hotdog. Funnily enough, I cannot ever remember buying hot chips at the footy.. never really struck me as "footy food"..