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Jase wrote:This could be in the Sh1ts thread, the Sad thread or this one, but I'll be positive about it.

Big Miss Jase was due to have her first Level 6 gymnastics competition on Saturday arvo, and was having g the teams final traininsession Friday night.

The very last tumbling pass before the cool down started at the end of the session, she misjudged her Back Sault and fell on her arm/wrist.

We ended up I hospital at 8:45 pm and ended up leaving after inconclusive xrays at 3:30am.

She was devo about missing her comp, and potentially another 2 comps ,but still wanted to go and cheer on her team.

You could see her little (big) heart breaking when her teammates where competing but she kept on cheering for them...

Hopefully thr follow up xrays on Wednesday will be clear and a couple of weeks she'll be back.

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Footy Chick wrote:

Jase wrote:This could be in the Sh1ts thread, the Sad thread or this one, but I'll be positive about it.

Big Miss Jase was due to have her first Level 6 gymnastics competition on Saturday arvo, and was having g the teams final traininsession Friday night.

The very last tumbling pass before the cool down started at the end of the session, she misjudged her Back Sault and fell on her arm/wrist.

We ended up I hospital at 8:45 pm and ended up leaving after inconclusive xrays at 3:30am.

She was devo about missing her comp, and potentially another 2 comps ,but still wanted to go and cheer on her team.

You could see her little (big) heart breaking when her teammates where competing but she kept on cheering for them...

Hopefully thr follow up xrays on Wednesday will be clear and a couple of weeks she'll be back.

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You've taught her well Jase, what great sportsmanship!

Depending on how she landed (did she put her hand/arm out to try and break her fall?) could possibly mean a scaphoid, which are the ones that never show up until about week later, once the swelling starts to go down. they're also the ones that take the longest to heal too, so I hope this isn't what it is

Thiele wrote:I rate today at work. Had to be one of the best days at work. We had car racing games, pinball machines, karaoke, lots of lollies, chips, Catered lunch and celebrating our time at Torrensville

Brodlach wrote:

Thiele wrote:I rate today at work. Had to be one of the best days at work. We had car racing games, pinball machines, karaoke, lots of lollies, chips, Catered lunch and celebrating our time at Torrensville

Sounds like a great send off, enjoy your new adventure

Dutchy wrote:

Wedgie wrote:

Dutchy wrote:Wife off on a cruise for the weekend so that leaves me with a weekend of footy, races and golf

80s cruise?
I'll look out for her!

haha yep

Booney wrote:AUKUS.

Put simply this is the boom South Australia has been waiting, looking for, since the French subs were shitcanned.

Booney wrote:AUKUS.

Put simply this is the boom South Australia has been waiting, looking for, since the death of car manufacturing.

DOC wrote:Pale Ale $43 at Dans.

Booney wrote:Rate? I f*cking love it. Join us, you'll love it over here.

Nick Ryan

Why I’m bucking the trend on Daryl Braithwaite’s Horses

It’s hard to pin down the notion of nations, that intangible bond that links disparate people and tells them they’re countrymen. In some places it’s a bond forged by historical hardship, in others it’s adherence to a big political idea.

In Australia it’s an inexplicable fondness for cheesy soft rock.

And it’s got to stop.

Can we please, PLEASE, stop with all this Horses rubbish. It never was a good song and it’s certainly not improved by mass-scale choral conformity.

One voice belting out Horses is an abomination. Thousands belting it out is a crime against humanity.

Horses mania reached its apogee recently when Harry Styles decided to play the song as part of his Hormone Overload Australian tour.

You can just imagine the conversation with his minders when that decision was made.

“Hey Harry, sure, the stadium is full of teenage girls who adore you but if you sing this confected piece of crap written long before any of them were born, they’ll absolutely lose their minds.

“And if you wheel out the old bloke who originally sang it, a guy these girls’ grandmothers thought was a hunk of spunk, you’ll get blanket coverage in every newspaper in the country because the weird Australian obsession with this song has become a bit of a thing.”

Horses mania is the most significant outbreak of a peculiarly Australian need for collective connection through rubbish songs.

Like everyone in the pub dropping their daks when Eagle Rock comes on the jukebox, or mobs of boozed-up blokes belting out the lyrics to a song about a Vietnam veteran with PTSD and a penchant for Chinese prostitutes.

The desire for connection is fundamental. Our brains need it and our hearts want it. In Australia we use our tin ears to get it.

The great mystery is why this bobbing turd of a tune brings so many people together. Pedants love to point out Daryl Braithwaite’s recording of the song is actually a cover of Rikki Lee Jones’ original.

Now if we’d co-opted her best tune, Chuck E’s in Love, this might all be different. But instead we bellow Horses, a tune Jones co-wrote with Walter Becker. Becker was in Steely Dan and for those lucky enough to have no idea who they are, imagine cocaine transformed into soundwaves played through a 1970s hi-fi while you sit in a beanbag filled with pellets of self-loathing and regret. That’s Steely Dan.

Some call Becker a genius. I don’t, but he may have stumbled on a songwriting technique that taps directly into brains of drunken Australians and their need for repetition, affirmation and instruction.

From its halfway point Horses is nothing more than a chorus repeated five times. It doesn’t take a lot of mental capacity to remember that.

Especially when most of it consists of just shouting “Yeah, yeah”.

And then, when the drinking that led to the singing finally knocks you off your feet, the song directs your companions to “Lift you up”.

This is what some are calling our de-facto national anthem. But even that tedious dirge of an official anthem has to be better than this.

These Horses need to go to the knackery.

Vamos wrote:Probably a Ben Lee fan

Booney wrote:Rate? I f*cking love it. Join us, you'll love it over here.

Nick Ryan

Why I’m bucking the trend on Daryl Braithwaite’s Horses

It’s hard to pin down the notion of nations, that intangible bond that links disparate people and tells them they’re countrymen. In some places it’s a bond forged by historical hardship, in others it’s adherence to a big political idea.

In Australia it’s an inexplicable fondness for cheesy soft rock.

And it’s got to stop.

Can we please, PLEASE, stop with all this Horses rubbish. It never was a good song and it’s certainly not improved by mass-scale choral conformity.

One voice belting out Horses is an abomination. Thousands belting it out is a crime against humanity.

Horses mania reached its apogee recently when Harry Styles decided to play the song as part of his Hormone Overload Australian tour.

You can just imagine the conversation with his minders when that decision was made.

“Hey Harry, sure, the stadium is full of teenage girls who adore you but if you sing this confected piece of crap written long before any of them were born, they’ll absolutely lose their minds.

“And if you wheel out the old bloke who originally sang it, a guy these girls’ grandmothers thought was a hunk of spunk, you’ll get blanket coverage in every newspaper in the country because the weird Australian obsession with this song has become a bit of a thing.”

Horses mania is the most significant outbreak of a peculiarly Australian need for collective connection through rubbish songs.

Like everyone in the pub dropping their daks when Eagle Rock comes on the jukebox, or mobs of boozed-up blokes belting out the lyrics to a song about a Vietnam veteran with PTSD and a penchant for Chinese prostitutes.

The desire for connection is fundamental. Our brains need it and our hearts want it. In Australia we use our tin ears to get it.

The great mystery is why this bobbing turd of a tune brings so many people together. Pedants love to point out Daryl Braithwaite’s recording of the song is actually a cover of Rikki Lee Jones’ original.

Now if we’d co-opted her best tune, Chuck E’s in Love, this might all be different. But instead we bellow Horses, a tune Jones co-wrote with Walter Becker. Becker was in Steely Dan and for those lucky enough to have no idea who they are, imagine cocaine transformed into soundwaves played through a 1970s hi-fi while you sit in a beanbag filled with pellets of self-loathing and regret. That’s Steely Dan.

Some call Becker a genius. I don’t, but he may have stumbled on a songwriting technique that taps directly into brains of drunken Australians and their need for repetition, affirmation and instruction.

From its halfway point Horses is nothing more than a chorus repeated five times. It doesn’t take a lot of mental capacity to remember that.

Especially when most of it consists of just shouting “Yeah, yeah”.

And then, when the drinking that led to the singing finally knocks you off your feet, the song directs your companions to “Lift you up”.

This is what some are calling our de-facto national anthem. But even that tedious dirge of an official anthem has to be better than this.

These Horses need to go to the knackery.