People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to life. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren’t really days, they are just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. When you’re depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. Even in a strange way you fall in love with your depression because you think it's all you have. It's not being able to see a way out, to see something good, to feel normal. That’s what depression is, not sadness or tears, it’s the overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Please don't suffer in silence and alone. Reach out and ask for help #youareloved photo by Oli Sansom Photographer
Further to my previous post regarding the impending Bali vermin eradication. Please note; A minutes silence is observed as a mark of respect. Do you politically correct, do-gooder fucktards really believe this pair of arse-wipes deseve respect? Feel free to unfriend me, then go kick yourself in the cunt!
Bogan Aussie's back commentating in 2015 & he's as fucked as ever.. *Catch me live in Sydney, Melbourne, Perth, Adelaide, & U.K (august), tickets dates here: http://www.andrewtaylormanagement.com/gigguide-alex-williamson//
During World War I, more than 2286 Australian nurses served abroad. Twenty-five died in service while 388 nurses were decorated for their courage. On the centenary of the Gallipoli campaign, we recognise the nurses’ work and their sacrifice. #anzacday #gallipoli
It's hard to put into words the way I've been feeling since I heard Richie "From The Body Of The Same Name" Benaud has passed away.
Very sad. Quite nauseous, actually. Struggling to find the right words. Disoriented.
What is the appropriate response to the passing of a man who has been such an integral part of your life, your career, your identity for more than 30 years?
How are you supposed to feel when the bloke with whom millions associate you has delivered his last "chew for chwenty chew"?
I know I won't be alone in feeling this way. Richie has occupied a special place in our homes and our hearts for decades. The world changed so much over that time. Richie didn't seem to.
I must admit that I was quite shocked to see how his health had deteriorated when we shot his brilliant Australia Day "lamb" commercial together at the start of the summer.
The first thing I noticed was that his always impeccably coiffed hair had succumbed to the ravages of chemotherapy. Then, when I put my arm around him and felt just how much he had wasted away, I was profoundly shocked and saddened. The recovery from the accident in the sunbeam had clearly taken it out of him but he was now facing an even bigger battle as his years of playing cricket hatless had resulted in skin cancer.
There was something in his eyes, too. If you asked him how he was, the reply was always along the lines of, "Pleased to report I'm on the mend." But you knew that was stoicism, not reality. I was bloody amazed that he even had the strength to show up at all.
How thrilled I was to have been able to catch up with the great man one more time and to be a small part of his fabulous TV ad.
I took the piss out of him for more than 30 years and now here I was working with him on what turned out to be his last major project.
It's hard to imagine there is another Australian out there as universally loved as Richie. It was a kind of affection that isn't conditional on cricketing skills or commentary work. People just adored the man.
That's why everyone gives their mate a knowing nudge when the scoreboard ticks over to 2-22, why entire sections of the crowd don silver wigs and beige jackets at the Sydney Test each year, while reciting Richie's commentary gems has become a national pastime.
Rest in peace, Richie.
Incomparable, irreplaceable, the one and only (he didn't like the word 'doyen’).
A couple of AFP officers stopped at a property west of Canberra and talked to an old Aboriginal standing on the road. He told the old Aboriginal, "Morning sir, I need to inspect this land for illegally grown drugs." The elder reluctantly said, "okay, but don't go into that field over there...", as he nodded his head towards the location. The AFP officer verbally exploded & said, "Look sir, I have the authority of the federal government with me!". Reaching into his rear back pocket, the AFP officer removed his badge & proudly displayed it to the old Aboriginal. "See this badge?! This badge means I can go wherever I want, whenever I want................on any land! No questions asked, no answers given! Do you understand mate?" The elder nodded kindly, apologized & went about his business. Moments later he heard loud - fearful screams; he looked up & saw the AFP officer running for his life, being chased by a large Bull. With every step the Bull was gaining ground on the officer & it was likely that he'd sure enough get gored before he reached safety. The officer was clearly terrified. The old Aboriginal threw down his tools & ran as fast as he could to the fence & yelled at the top of his lungs...... "YOUR BADGE! SHOW HIM YOUR FUCKING BADGE!"