And the award for the worst ARIA Awards telecast goes to ...

The somebody at Channel Ten whose job it is to check online copyright breaches must have been particularly proud of themselves to have discovered the following post on the Pedestrian TV website.
They've removed all four videos containing some of the biggest trainwreck moments from the 2010 ARIA Awards televised on Channel Ten last week, live from the steps of the Sydney Opera House.
With the following statement plastered across the video windows ... 'This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim by Network Ten' ... the somebody probably thinks they got to the website just in time to save the embarrassment caused by 'presenters' such as Jessica Mauboy making a monumental de-butt of herself, Angus and Julia Stoned, er, Stone, and Bob Mad-As-A-Katter still trying to solve the mystery surrounding ARARIA Chamberlain.
But in actual fact, nothing can save the TV Network from the aftershocks of harm the 2010 ARIA Awards caused, after initially making the music-loving Aussie public quake in their boots to Ten on the Crapter Scale
So if you missed the cringe-worthy telecast on the night of November 8 - let's face it, even I was having a life that night and doing something else (I'd like to thank GOD for that in retrospect of how awful the show was)- click on the link below to see what I mean.
Well, actually thanks to the somebody at Channel Ten, you won't see it at all - but you can read one the best ARIA Awards reviews ever penned on the Pedestrian TV website that's undoubtedly much more entertaining than the ARIA Awards ever were!2010 TRAINWRECK ARIAS RECAP
And thanks to my sleuthful friends on Facebook, here's a site that still does have a video to show you what all the fuss was about - prepare to laugh hard and think WTF? all at the same time ... ARIA AWARDS 2010 MOST AWKWARD MOMENTS

As to what I've been up to this week, well there's a cute photo of a dog climbing a ladder whilst wearing a toy tool belt with his construction worker master in That's Life magazine out now (see this week's cover above), or for something completely different, a piece in the same issue I wrote on a Brisbane nurse who flew to the Congo to help Aussie doctors operate on the poor Congolese women left to suffer with no other medical care - and soon learnt that whistling in the operating room was not advisable considering the Congolese custom was to stone women to death who dared to whistle.
By the way, the hospital was newly built because a lava flow from a still-active volcano had just burnt the previous one to the ground.
Fun place for a holiday? Hmmmm, even a coup in Fiji sounds friendlier!

I say, you say, weren't you listening?

We've all had our own Justin Bieber moments over the years growing up, haven't we?
If you're shaking your head violently and about to click back to Facebook, just reflect for a moment on your tweens.

For me it was a sunny day at Pacific Fair Shopping Centre on the Gold Coast, Australia, when popstars Pseudo Echo were appearing at Myer for - of all things - their hair product sponsor L'Oreal. Girls were buying hair gel like it was 1982, oh hang on, it was!
I remember riding my bike there, armed with my autograph book, pushing through the crowd to the front and swooning at their new wave hair, their baggy 80s pants pulled up to where pants shouldn't venture, and thinking this would be a defining moment in my life.
Well it was ... I now officially define it as my Justin Bieber moment - one which shall never be spoken of again, nor shall I mention the fluoro pink dress I was wearing that I had borrowed off my sister, with a green fluoro belt that looked ever so striking against the fluoro pink

So I can't but help wonder if the tween I interviewed for That's Life magazine's story out this week may feel the same in 30 years time, when she's flicking back through her scrap book and sees the article on her winning an amazing competition where her prize was being flown to meet the Biebmeister himself in Las Vegas and watch his show.
It's on the cover, but the best surprise for me was seeing what the clever sub-editor wrote for one of the photo captions inside with the article on page 15, "Kiera entered the competition 'Justin' time".
Damn I wish I'd thought of that!
Now I think I might put on the soothing sounds of one of my Sex Pistols CDs just to save face.

Sisters, a salesman and spooky ghost stories

What are the odds of three sisters breaking their wrists and having their arms in a cast all at the same time?
Well excluding them all being in the backseat of a car driven by their aging grandma who still thinks you should stop in the middle of a roundabout when you see another car approaching, or riding one of those three seater bicycles The Goodies had in the 70s, it's pretty darn slim.
Even weirder when they are way past the age of swinging on the monkey bars and doing handstands on the lawn.
In this week's issue of That' Life, I spoke to one of the sisters who beat those millions to one odds and had it happen to her.
All in their 40s with kids and their own lives unfolding around them, they managed to all break their wrists within days of each other.
And to top off the freak factor, all three women were exactly the same age apart as myself and my two sisters.
Plus, wait, there's more, when I rang her to tell her we would be doing the story, she was at lunch with her two sisters sitting next to her at the time she answered her mobile.
I told her she should march her sisters to the nearest newsagency and all buy lotto tickets! Seriously!!
The only thing I and my two sisters can manage to pull off together is all turning up late for a dinner at Mum's when we are in the same city.
If you've ever had anything freaky happen to you and your siblings all at the same time let me know - you could be my next That's Life topic ...
COMMENTS are welcome on this blog :)

In the same issue there is also a story on a 16 year old who bought his first car for $1 and sold it for $150 when he was just 10 years old - now he's up to his 12th car. Jealous? I admit I am!!

And last but not least, I wrote a Spooky Story about a ghost sighting at a reunion dance where a couple thought their friend walking towards them looked a little pale and wasn't feeling too well - then the next day they heard he'd been dead for six weeks. NO WAY? YES WAY!!!!!!!!!
A new issue is out tomoz so you'll probably hear from me again real soon.
BOO!