Monday, February 7, 2011

First Day of School


Mr Cool on his first day of School

"Hey Nicholas, how was your first day of school?"

"FABULOUS!!!!!!!"

It is early February and everyone has just gone back to school. The holidays are over, the time of rampant dress up pagents and bedroom karaoke are over for Nicholas D'Cruz. The year is 1988 and the year is a big one for Nick. This is the beginning of schooling life. One wear he will be picked on incessantly for both his large ears and also for attending 2 Catholic schools and never once being touched up (most likely due to the aforementioned ears). What does life hold for this young man? Sure by the end of the year he well be wearing his favourite 'Expo '88' shirt and will have discarded his America's Cup 1987 - Kookaburra III legionnaire's cap. The zinc smeared memories of a bygone era where he clamoured as his mother left him at the gate of the pre-school. Clasping his hand tight to the pool fence gate that held him confined in a world of playdough, picture band aids and afternoon naps, his eyes look longingly as his mothers Mitsubishi Scorpion putts away.

Flash forward and he stands in the asphalt playground surrounded by coloured lines and numbers stenciled to the hot ground. One group of students is singing, another plays hop scotch whilst the next gaggle skips rope. Nick announces his himself to school yard by beginning what will become his daily routine. Skipping from one side to the other, Nick begins to belt out his favourite musical numbers, first comes 'An English Teacher' from Bye Bye Birdie which is recanted in a squawky vibrato then onto 'A Boy Like That' from Westside Story. His brown feet kicking furiously inside his brand new Clarks school shoes. The leather scents conjuring memories of his distant homeland in India where adorning such footwear would have you beaten. The freedom of song and sensible footwear intoxicated him as he dreamt of his life to come. "I WILL BE THE WORLD"S GREATEST EVER SHOE DESIGNER"

Back to present day and Nick has crumpled with the burden of an unfilled dream upon his shoulders. The stiletto pumps he sketched for Cher to wear to the 1990 Grammy Awards are a fading memory, like the tailights of the Greyhound bus he skipped so he could visit Kylie on Ramsay Street. What has he become? his only cultural roots are the fact he works in a call centre and drives people around after midnight.

This season, we seek to rectify his dream and let him live in the light he always craved. This year. This season. Vocational goals aside. Nicholas D'Cruz will be fabulous once more. The Lady Gaga of the football pitch will become Lady NaanNaan, the bitch of the pitch! Stunning the crowd with his genital attacks, high kicks and glamorous shoe designs, the year, the month, the week, the day will be his. This season we give you Nick's motto.... LIVE FABULOUS, DIE GAY!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Where are we about to take it?

Craig Hutchinson has moved from the front of stage to back of field in a return to the Parrots.

It is hard to put in so much effort and reap little reward which is why we will forget about last season. Mostly because The Parrots results were below par. While Fairclough was slugging it out in his championship tee ball side. The rest of the guys were off doing other things over summer.

Keep swinging Daniel. Hitting the tee is a guaranteed base hit, right?

Unit posed for a school photographers demo potrait shots which somehow made it's way into a motivational poster type setup with romantic phrases. Hey, Fabio started on the front of books. Shoot for the moon Unit, at least if you miss you will land amongst the stars.

Reynolds, like the cool guy he thinks he is, started a new sport. Unicycle basketball. Yeah, this will go about as far as Rove MacManus' career in Hollywood. Stick to what you know fat ass, eating and being a virgin.


Graham took up aerobics in order to help the ebb the rapid flow of weight gain he is currently experiencing. Fortunately he only went twice as he picked up a jazzercise class and elocution lesson with Liz Smiley. Unfortunately for us he still wears the one piece and has added a see through raincoat to stop getting soaked by the hail of rain from Liz's lessons.


My arch nemesis his summer blowing trumpets. Unfortunately the above picture does not fit as Trumpets is actually a 32 year old body builder from Muncie, Indiana. Go fuck yourself Richard.

Let's hope for a good season. As I say to anybody who asks. Sure, me and the Mrs use lube when we "make love" all the time. We put it on the door knob outside so Frank can't get in.