Last night Mycroft saw 'The Descendants', the film of the novel written by Kaui Hart Hemmings. Before the film began, we were treated to the usual round of movie trailers and commercials.
There was a rather odd and very long advertisement which was quite hard to decipher. At first it seemed to refer to a woman working as an artist in the bush, then it seemed she was working at a large open-cut mine, then she was playing on the seashore with her family....it was all very odd. The constant scene shifts seemed to indicate the mining lifestyle. Eventually it arrived at the point....Australian Mining, Making People Rich. In cosmopolitan Leichhardt, this resulted in hoots of laughter and derisive comments. Even someone who agreed with the sentiments in what was really a short film would have found it rather heavy handed propaganda. There were a few gems in it, such as the fabulous: "Horses are good teachers for management because if you're not fair to a horse it responds badly, and it's the same with management." I am not sure if this means 'management' has to be treated fairly to stop it responding badly.....or is it the employees who are like horses and have to be treated 'fairly'? I'm alarmed by the notion that in the company in question there is no experience of how people behave, or how to manage people, so the managers need to base their ideas of fairness on how they treat horses!
Finally able to watch the feature work of fiction, the film, this was quite enjoyable. George Clooney pleased the crowd with a fine performance, shot on location in Hawaii. I recalled my own experiences in Hawaii, nothing quite as exotic as the Cloonster I hasten to add. I did go Harley riding, having hired a rather noisy 1200 Sportster in Waikiki. It had quite a few performance parts and made an impressive noise - though it would be slightly anti-social in Sydney. No one worried about it there, even at the Garden of Tranquility (I forget what sort of garden this was, but lots of motorcycles were visiting that day so it was slightly less tranquil).
Reviews of 'The Descendants' seem divided. Some reviews suggest that the George Clooney character (Matt King) does not really like women and that he gloomily stalks around the movie. As for him being gloomy, in the plot his wife is in a coma, after all. I am not sure it would be realistic if he was skipping around. As to whether he does or does not like women, the character Matt seems to get on well enough with his daughters Scottie and Alexandra. His wife is in a coma, so we only have third party testimony that he's apparently been a bit of a boring husband - we don't ever see husband and wife interacting.
Is the film involving? Yes it is. Perfect? No, but then no movie ever made is. Some are a long way from it and not even worth seeing. 'The Descendants' has enough uncertainty and plot twists to maintain interest, and it is light enough to be watchable. It does not require a turtleneck jumper, goatee and a phd in Marxist film-making to watch and enjoy. Apologies to any readers who have such a phd - you will all enjoy it too....
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Meow Meow
Mycroft is delighted to wish everyone a happy Australia Day. It's pleasing to note that the Whine Society directive that only Aussie wine should be consumed did not in fact bring about the end of the world. No mobs were in evidence, and as a result no obvious crackdown. For the record, Mycroft and companions today were all patriotically drinking Aussie wine. There may have been a Corona consumed, but the label indicated that it too was really Aussie. Not sure if the Whine Society are worried about such details....
Last night Mycroft attended Meow Meow's show, 'Little Match Girl' in the famous Spiegeltent. This was an enjoyable cabaret show, made all the more interesting for Mycroft when he was asked to assist in the performance by pedalling a pushbike linked to a (stage prop) generator. This was quite good exercise, and goes to show that sitting near the front in the Spiegeltent almost always brings involvement in the performance. To learn more about Meow Meow, her website is here:
http://www.meowmeowrevolution.com/meowmeow.html
The original 'Match Girl' story by Hans Christian Andersen is rather sad. It seems that since it first appeared in 1845 it has been used as the inspiration for many a show, even one TV Christmas special starring Sarah Jessica Parker in 1974, when she was nine years old. It is unknown if she adopted the same whining tone in that production as she did in 'Sex and The City' as Carrie Bradshaw. Or whether she was wearing the odd tutu looking outfit she wears in the opening credits of 'Sex and The City'. Perhaps anyone who saw the 1974 production can answer these questions.....
Last night Mycroft attended Meow Meow's show, 'Little Match Girl' in the famous Spiegeltent. This was an enjoyable cabaret show, made all the more interesting for Mycroft when he was asked to assist in the performance by pedalling a pushbike linked to a (stage prop) generator. This was quite good exercise, and goes to show that sitting near the front in the Spiegeltent almost always brings involvement in the performance. To learn more about Meow Meow, her website is here:
http://www.meowmeowrevolution.com/meowmeow.html
The original 'Match Girl' story by Hans Christian Andersen is rather sad. It seems that since it first appeared in 1845 it has been used as the inspiration for many a show, even one TV Christmas special starring Sarah Jessica Parker in 1974, when she was nine years old. It is unknown if she adopted the same whining tone in that production as she did in 'Sex and The City' as Carrie Bradshaw. Or whether she was wearing the odd tutu looking outfit she wears in the opening credits of 'Sex and The City'. Perhaps anyone who saw the 1974 production can answer these questions.....
Monday, January 23, 2012
Wine drinking
Mycroft's attention was drawn to the following article this morning:
It contains a rather bizarre exhortation from the Australian Wino Society (as named by Monty Python). According to the article, ' Wine Australia wants Australians to stick to Australian wine on Australia Day and, if they catch someone drinking an offshore drop, to ''pull down their strides''.'
So there will be a few more assault arrests than usual on Australia Day, then. No doubt it will look like this all over Australia on January 26:
So there will be a few more assault arrests than usual on Australia Day, then. No doubt it will look like this all over Australia on January 26:
Mycroft never wishes to spread alarm, unless there is the slightest provocation. So with that in mind, it is entirely possible that the suggestion from the Wino Society could be the catalyst for the End of the World. Imagine, people running around reading the label on wine bottles before attempting to forcibly disrobe people. Vigilante mobs (known as the Whine Police, no doubt) would soon be everywhere before the inevitable Police Crackdown was announced. Would the Crackdown come in time to save the world?
Perhaps Whine Australia should focus on providing competitive prices instead of taking refuge in Jingoism?
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Love Never Dies - spoiler alert!!!
Spoiler Alert! Contains plot information about Love Never Dies. Do not read this blog, and thus protect yourself from spoilers!
Hopefully some of you can read on as you have seen 'Love Never Dies' or you already know what happens. Mycroft enjoyed the show, which seemed as lavishly put together as a mass rally in a 30s dictatorship. The hit song 'Love Never Dies' seemed to carry the show somewhat, though energetic dancing and elaborate costumes covered the less memorable tunes. There also seemed to be something a bit odd going on with the Phantom's hair, in that in one scene he seemed to be suddenly bald with wispy strands of hair (in every other scene he seemed to have a well glued sort of Donald Trump style). As an aside, keeping the half mask on (see below, photo from the Sydney Morning Herald) must be a pretty tough assignment.
It was certainly a whole lot more enjoyable than 'Buried City', though it has to be said that some of the dialogue was almost as clunky. What was missing was the attempt by the 'Buried City' director (or the playwright) to make the crowd 'oooh' and 'ahhh' in prim faux-intellectual shock by using rude words.
What if anything shocked the crowds at 'Love Never Dies' was probably paying a trillion dollars a glass for a mocktail in a cup with a bright light in it which the venue staff then had to go around telling everyone to turn off. They seemed to have more luck with that than getting the crowd of vegetating neanderthals to turn off their mobile phones. The house always warns people just before the lights go down. This is a big mistake as the masses then spend 10 minutes looking at their phones for a last minute text, photo of their mate's behind, or a weather report. One utter prong a few rows away was lit up like a christmas tree by the light of his phone for about 5 minutes. Amazingly no-one behind him punched him. At least the Phantom should have paused mid delivery, come out into the auditorium, and punched him. Twice.
Another curious behaviour was the couple seated nearby who narrated bits of the show to each other (such as forecasting what would occur next, and getting it wrong). The male seemed to have a pathological need to point at things on the stage. He should practice sitting still at home, or perhaps sit in his chair pointing at his own crotch and hooting with laughter. Now that would make the Phantom pause in his delivery. Certainly if he did it during the death scene where Christine has been shot.
The odd thing about the death scene was no-one seemed inclined to try even basic first aid. The cast all tried to out do each other in assisting a noble death, instead of perhaps arranging an evacuation and medical attention. Sloppy work, Phantom. I always said he was a nothing.
Hopefully some of you can read on as you have seen 'Love Never Dies' or you already know what happens. Mycroft enjoyed the show, which seemed as lavishly put together as a mass rally in a 30s dictatorship. The hit song 'Love Never Dies' seemed to carry the show somewhat, though energetic dancing and elaborate costumes covered the less memorable tunes. There also seemed to be something a bit odd going on with the Phantom's hair, in that in one scene he seemed to be suddenly bald with wispy strands of hair (in every other scene he seemed to have a well glued sort of Donald Trump style). As an aside, keeping the half mask on (see below, photo from the Sydney Morning Herald) must be a pretty tough assignment.
It was certainly a whole lot more enjoyable than 'Buried City', though it has to be said that some of the dialogue was almost as clunky. What was missing was the attempt by the 'Buried City' director (or the playwright) to make the crowd 'oooh' and 'ahhh' in prim faux-intellectual shock by using rude words.
What if anything shocked the crowds at 'Love Never Dies' was probably paying a trillion dollars a glass for a mocktail in a cup with a bright light in it which the venue staff then had to go around telling everyone to turn off. They seemed to have more luck with that than getting the crowd of vegetating neanderthals to turn off their mobile phones. The house always warns people just before the lights go down. This is a big mistake as the masses then spend 10 minutes looking at their phones for a last minute text, photo of their mate's behind, or a weather report. One utter prong a few rows away was lit up like a christmas tree by the light of his phone for about 5 minutes. Amazingly no-one behind him punched him. At least the Phantom should have paused mid delivery, come out into the auditorium, and punched him. Twice.
Another curious behaviour was the couple seated nearby who narrated bits of the show to each other (such as forecasting what would occur next, and getting it wrong). The male seemed to have a pathological need to point at things on the stage. He should practice sitting still at home, or perhaps sit in his chair pointing at his own crotch and hooting with laughter. Now that would make the Phantom pause in his delivery. Certainly if he did it during the death scene where Christine has been shot.
The odd thing about the death scene was no-one seemed inclined to try even basic first aid. The cast all tried to out do each other in assisting a noble death, instead of perhaps arranging an evacuation and medical attention. Sloppy work, Phantom. I always said he was a nothing.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Enter the Dragon and Kentucky Fried Movie
Mycroft was delighted to watch the 1973 Kung Fu movie 'Enter the Dragon'. It was shown recently on Channel 9. Having watched it for the first time in many years it was amazing to observe how closely the send up in 'Kentucky Fried Movie' follows the plot.
The characters look quite similar too. See below for 'Han' in 'Enter the Dragon':
Compare him with the fabulous 'Dr Klahn', in 'Kentucky Fried Movie' below:
I was reminded why some are unable to distinguish the real movie from the send up, as parts of 'Enter the Dragon' are a little clunky. The artificial hands used by the chief baddie (Han) look quite useless and more likely to accidentally poke someone in the eye than do any serious damage. The various attachements used by 'Dr Klahn' in the send up (including a hairdryer) look a lot more effective.
The characters look quite similar too. See below for 'Han' in 'Enter the Dragon':
Compare him with the fabulous 'Dr Klahn', in 'Kentucky Fried Movie' below:
I was reminded why some are unable to distinguish the real movie from the send up, as parts of 'Enter the Dragon' are a little clunky. The artificial hands used by the chief baddie (Han) look quite useless and more likely to accidentally poke someone in the eye than do any serious damage. The various attachements used by 'Dr Klahn' in the send up (including a hairdryer) look a lot more effective.
The Hoff and Celebrity Apprentice Australia
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2088182/Hayley-Roberts-plays-glamorous-assistant-David-Hasselhoff-turns-dog-washer.html
Readers will be pleased to know that Hoff-Mania has returned. To Australia at least. The Hoff was drawing the crowds of dog owners as he and his team washed dogs and posed for pictures. This article from the Daily Mail (UK) focuses more on the Hoff's girlfriend than the actual dog washing.
Mycroft hopes for some more pictures of the canine participants soon. Below, Hoff gets a lick from a fan:
Photo by FameFlynet Pictures
Did any readers go with their pooches?
Readers will be pleased to know that Hoff-Mania has returned. To Australia at least. The Hoff was drawing the crowds of dog owners as he and his team washed dogs and posed for pictures. This article from the Daily Mail (UK) focuses more on the Hoff's girlfriend than the actual dog washing.
Mycroft hopes for some more pictures of the canine participants soon. Below, Hoff gets a lick from a fan:
Photo by FameFlynet Pictures
Did any readers go with their pooches?
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Buried City at Belvoir
I must admit that the most interesting thing about Buried City was watching the behaviour of the crowd. During the show, a mercifully short 1 hour and 20 minutes, many were looking for the exits. Of those who waited for the end, many engaged in exaggerated overhead hand clapping, showing the crowd their superior appreciation of what they considered to be complex, intellectual, theatre.
Unfortunately, despite the exaggerated applause of the faux-boho set, the show actually wasn't very good. It did have a lot of swearing to provide the 'ooh I'm so shocked' thrill for the audience. It did have people parroting nonsensical phoney philosophy. It did not have a identifiable plot nor, as far as I could discern, anything to do with 'a showdown over who builds the future and who gets to own it' (as the promotional material billed it).
A fine nominee for a Golden Turkey later in 2012.
Unfortunately, despite the exaggerated applause of the faux-boho set, the show actually wasn't very good. It did have a lot of swearing to provide the 'ooh I'm so shocked' thrill for the audience. It did have people parroting nonsensical phoney philosophy. It did not have a identifiable plot nor, as far as I could discern, anything to do with 'a showdown over who builds the future and who gets to own it' (as the promotional material billed it).
A fine nominee for a Golden Turkey later in 2012.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Mycroft Hears, Mycroft Knows
One of Mycroft's fans directed him to the following blog:
http://shitonyourplay.blogspot.com/
This contains some rather hilarious reviews of the Sydney theatre scene. Hilarious because the plays are actually reveiwed rather than worshipped. The usual theatre review never tells you what you need to know. Usually this would be something along the lines of 'Avoid this play because it is pretentious pseudo intellectual nonsense, as well as long winded and boring'.
I would write reviews myself if I could actually recall what some of the plays were that I had to sit through. I do recall one called 'Riflemind', which stands out as it was simply the dullest production of anything I've even seen. As I recall, it tells the story of a rock band - all 25 years of it, in real time. Falling asleep was no problem, as the story was repeated ceaselessly about every 3 minutes.
Theatre can be amusing of course. One of the funniest things is watching people stand up to give a standing ovation to something which is quite mundane, or in fact downright bad. They just want everyone to look at them in all their faux-intellectual glory as they applaud something that the rest of us were just happy to get to the end of.
Readers may be wondering what Mycroft knows this week. He knows he needs to blog more, and keep the momentum going. He also knows there have been requests from readers, such as that the 'Golden Turkey' awards should make a comeback. For those of you not familiar with the 'Golden Turkey' awards, these are conferred on anything particularly bad. Often the 'Golden Turkey' is awarded to a particularly poor movie (eg: the fabulously bad 'Dr Faustus' starring Richard Burton), though the awards can apply in almost any field of endeavour. Readers with a nominee for a 'Golden Turkey' should get them in. At the end of the year we shall award the following (in ascending order of magnitude):
Garden Variety Golden Turkey
Premium Golden Turkey
Superior Golden Turkey
Ocean Going Golden Turkey
Intergalactic Golden Turkey
Golden Turkey with Diamonds
http://shitonyourplay.blogspot.com/
This contains some rather hilarious reviews of the Sydney theatre scene. Hilarious because the plays are actually reveiwed rather than worshipped. The usual theatre review never tells you what you need to know. Usually this would be something along the lines of 'Avoid this play because it is pretentious pseudo intellectual nonsense, as well as long winded and boring'.
I would write reviews myself if I could actually recall what some of the plays were that I had to sit through. I do recall one called 'Riflemind', which stands out as it was simply the dullest production of anything I've even seen. As I recall, it tells the story of a rock band - all 25 years of it, in real time. Falling asleep was no problem, as the story was repeated ceaselessly about every 3 minutes.
Theatre can be amusing of course. One of the funniest things is watching people stand up to give a standing ovation to something which is quite mundane, or in fact downright bad. They just want everyone to look at them in all their faux-intellectual glory as they applaud something that the rest of us were just happy to get to the end of.
Readers may be wondering what Mycroft knows this week. He knows he needs to blog more, and keep the momentum going. He also knows there have been requests from readers, such as that the 'Golden Turkey' awards should make a comeback. For those of you not familiar with the 'Golden Turkey' awards, these are conferred on anything particularly bad. Often the 'Golden Turkey' is awarded to a particularly poor movie (eg: the fabulously bad 'Dr Faustus' starring Richard Burton), though the awards can apply in almost any field of endeavour. Readers with a nominee for a 'Golden Turkey' should get them in. At the end of the year we shall award the following (in ascending order of magnitude):
Garden Variety Golden Turkey
Premium Golden Turkey
Superior Golden Turkey
Ocean Going Golden Turkey
Intergalactic Golden Turkey
Golden Turkey with Diamonds
Monday, January 9, 2012
Mycroft hears, Mycroft knows
Well actually this post is going to contain a number of rumours which originate from my desk. We won't let that get in the way of a good story.
The all important TV ratings season is not far away and Mycroft is standing by for what is sure to be a bumper crop of high quality offerings. Here is Mycroft's summary of what will happen in TV land in early 2012.
'Winners and Losers'. Has anyone else noticed the similarity to 'Chances'? The title 'Winners and Losers' seems to echo the word 'Chance'.... or 'Chances'. The plot, if we can call it that, also involves a lot of money suddenly coming into the lives of various characters. 'Chances', appalling though it was, did appear to have a cast who were at least able to take the show seriously for at least part of each episode. The cast of 'Winners and Losers' seem to be constantly waiting to be told they are on 'Candid Camera' or receive a pie in the face. As to what will happen in 2012, I predict more of the same (as nothing has actually happened to date this is not good news).
Which brings us to 'Packed to the Rafters' where the characters receiving a pie in the face each might at least cause someone to change expression. In 2012, Mr and Mrs Rafter will run off with everyone's money to the Antarctic and commence their dream project of drilling through the centre of the Earth, to Greenland. The remainder of the cast will continue to wear an endless range of tank tops/singlets and act out every suburban back yard cliche you can imagine.
'Crownies' will return for another 152 six hour episodes as the last series was so outstandingly memorable. The cast will all yell at each other and punch each other, causing the show to be re-named 'The Brawl'. This will have the effect of appearing to be a homage to 'The Slap'. 'The Slap' itself will return with new, previously unseen scenes including one where the actual slap has been deleted so the entire series makes no sense whatsoever. Nothing new about that, then.
The all important TV ratings season is not far away and Mycroft is standing by for what is sure to be a bumper crop of high quality offerings. Here is Mycroft's summary of what will happen in TV land in early 2012.
'Winners and Losers'. Has anyone else noticed the similarity to 'Chances'? The title 'Winners and Losers' seems to echo the word 'Chance'.... or 'Chances'. The plot, if we can call it that, also involves a lot of money suddenly coming into the lives of various characters. 'Chances', appalling though it was, did appear to have a cast who were at least able to take the show seriously for at least part of each episode. The cast of 'Winners and Losers' seem to be constantly waiting to be told they are on 'Candid Camera' or receive a pie in the face. As to what will happen in 2012, I predict more of the same (as nothing has actually happened to date this is not good news).
Which brings us to 'Packed to the Rafters' where the characters receiving a pie in the face each might at least cause someone to change expression. In 2012, Mr and Mrs Rafter will run off with everyone's money to the Antarctic and commence their dream project of drilling through the centre of the Earth, to Greenland. The remainder of the cast will continue to wear an endless range of tank tops/singlets and act out every suburban back yard cliche you can imagine.
'Crownies' will return for another 152 six hour episodes as the last series was so outstandingly memorable. The cast will all yell at each other and punch each other, causing the show to be re-named 'The Brawl'. This will have the effect of appearing to be a homage to 'The Slap'. 'The Slap' itself will return with new, previously unseen scenes including one where the actual slap has been deleted so the entire series makes no sense whatsoever. Nothing new about that, then.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Thank you readers
I have been delighted to see that my humble pseudo-intellectual blog has struck a chord with readers. Clearly there is a groundswell of support out there for informed commentary on such weighty issues as the funny word associations possible with the name 'Albert Nobbs'.
While we're discussing funny word associations, it is curious that in the TV show 'Glee' the name of the singing group is the 'New Directions'. Try saying it quickly a few times and it sounds like the 'Nude erections'. Is this some sort of 'in joke' being played on viewers by the producers? Perhaps it will be 'uncovered' in the next season.
I know some will say that is far-fetched, but this blog is called 'An Incomprehensible Truth' for a reason. Yes, yes, it's not just so I could use a big word in the title.
Until the next incomprehensible discovery, happy viewing of those 'Glee' re-runs.
While we're discussing funny word associations, it is curious that in the TV show 'Glee' the name of the singing group is the 'New Directions'. Try saying it quickly a few times and it sounds like the 'Nude erections'. Is this some sort of 'in joke' being played on viewers by the producers? Perhaps it will be 'uncovered' in the next season.
I know some will say that is far-fetched, but this blog is called 'An Incomprehensible Truth' for a reason. Yes, yes, it's not just so I could use a big word in the title.
Until the next incomprehensible discovery, happy viewing of those 'Glee' re-runs.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Pests and tennis
For anyone who is wondering, the tennis match I referred to in my last post involved Kim Clijsters. Apparently known as 'Aussie Kim', the interviewer (apart from asking about Vegemite) asked her if in Belgium she is known as 'Belgian Kim'. In the close up camera shot the player looked suitably amazed at this inane line of questioning.
Sydney today buzzes with Michael Clarke's triple century at the SCG. With the weather around town looking a little uncertain, who knows if there will be a result in the match today?
Mycroft, though, is not only concerned with sport. Over the holiday period there have been few opportunities to observe the normal round of human behaviour on buses, in taxis, in the office and so on. However, there have been many opportunities to observe the Holidaymaker, the Shopper or the garden variety Pest. Sometimes all these entities align into one creature.
I've always tried to be tolerant of the out-of-state plate on a car....that is when one sees a car clearly from interstate looking lost on the road. We've all been there. A worrying trend has crept in though, which is for lost drivers to do dangerous things to get where they (belatedly discover) would like to be. Swerving across three lanes to cross a traffic island to get to a freeway exit is a good example. The fear of injury or death seems to be trumped by the fear of missing a turn. Perhaps in the case I observed the driver was in a hurry to get to the SCG to see the cricket. Not that anything could have been seen from out of the car, which was chock full of pillows, blankets, beach toys and bicycles.
Until a giant pest zapper is developed (you know, with the purple light), be careful out there....
Sydney today buzzes with Michael Clarke's triple century at the SCG. With the weather around town looking a little uncertain, who knows if there will be a result in the match today?
Mycroft, though, is not only concerned with sport. Over the holiday period there have been few opportunities to observe the normal round of human behaviour on buses, in taxis, in the office and so on. However, there have been many opportunities to observe the Holidaymaker, the Shopper or the garden variety Pest. Sometimes all these entities align into one creature.
I've always tried to be tolerant of the out-of-state plate on a car....that is when one sees a car clearly from interstate looking lost on the road. We've all been there. A worrying trend has crept in though, which is for lost drivers to do dangerous things to get where they (belatedly discover) would like to be. Swerving across three lanes to cross a traffic island to get to a freeway exit is a good example. The fear of injury or death seems to be trumped by the fear of missing a turn. Perhaps in the case I observed the driver was in a hurry to get to the SCG to see the cricket. Not that anything could have been seen from out of the car, which was chock full of pillows, blankets, beach toys and bicycles.
Until a giant pest zapper is developed (you know, with the purple light), be careful out there....
Circus Oz
Last night Mycroft saw Circus Oz. This is a truly amazing experience. Acrobats, clowns, music and showpersonship combined for a fun evening. Particularly impressive are the names of the performers - 'Count Blowhard' I thought was a pretty cool one. For now I shall have to get by with 'Mycroft Snooks'.
The Circus Oz program for the evening did welcome witty heckling. There did not seem to be any, probably one needs to practice first before attempting witty heckles in public.
Less impressive was the tennis I watched tonight from Brisbane. The match was quite competitive, but was let down by a woeful interview by the courtside interviewer. The interview began as trivial and annoying and went downhill from there. "Do you like Vegimite?" was one of the less annoying questions, which is saying something. Broadcasters take note - you can do better than that!
The Circus Oz program for the evening did welcome witty heckling. There did not seem to be any, probably one needs to practice first before attempting witty heckles in public.
Less impressive was the tennis I watched tonight from Brisbane. The match was quite competitive, but was let down by a woeful interview by the courtside interviewer. The interview began as trivial and annoying and went downhill from there. "Do you like Vegimite?" was one of the less annoying questions, which is saying something. Broadcasters take note - you can do better than that!
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