Mellow out children, mellow out!

As Mick Jagger said repeatedly to the crowd at Altamont Speedway back in 1969, "People, people! Why are we fighting?".

I saw the news this evening, and saw the report about the "outrageous" video posted on You Tube titled "Lebo Thugs", but you know what really offended me? Not the video which featured footage of a bunch of immature "my dick's bigger than yours" teenage gangster bravado, but some of the comments posted in reaction to it.

Now I realise that these represent equally immature comments, probably from a bunch of equally insecure teenage dumbarses, but the venom! Was my generation really this harsh? We always had wogs & skips at high school, but there was never any hatred associated with it.

With all the media attention in regard to the BDO trying to minimise dickhead behaviour by suggesting to patrons to leave their flags at home, not to mention the idiotic brawling by the Croats & Serbs (all probably born here) at the tennis, and now this, I can't help but wonder was I wrong to think that real rascism was something which only really existed in my parent's generation. Name calling is one thing, but this is another.

Check out the comments I've copied from You Tube here - it's horrible, hate-ridden stuff, and I really hope these are just the outcrys of a bunch of pimple-faced, frustrated virgins, who wouldn't have the balls to say any of this to any group of Lebanese/Turkish/whomever blokes.

Let's turn it down a notch shall we? OK, I'm an out of touch old bastard, but I don't care if you're from Lakemba, L.A. or Lebanon - we are never going to progress as a nation, and learn from the mistakes of our parents, if we keep acting just like them. This is not a Lebo/Aussie conflist we have here, this is just bogans being bogans. I don't care if their name's Ahmed or Andrew - they both love Tupac, driving shit box Commodores, and acting like they're bad-arsed hoodlums, but you know what they are? Immature knobs. Bogans through & through.

I have a message for my "gang banging" brothers out there in the mean streets of Punchbowl - go get yourselves girlfriends, get yourselves stoned or drunk, buy yourself a big-arse TV, and stay indoors where I can't see or hear you. Now switch on "Deal or No Deal" and piss off!

Guitar Hero II - OMG, I'm Addicted!!!!!!!

Last night, my buddy Dog Ramone (yes, the little known 7th member of The Ramones), introduced me to the wonderful world of Guitar Hero 2 on the Playstation. As a long time air guitarist, I can't express what a revelation it was to put down the old tennis racket, and pick up a dinky plastic Gibson SG rip-off, and thrash away at the fret board (of buttons).

Although this game has been around for some time, this was my first time attempting to pull off shredding riffs and face-melting tremolo carnage - and the set list! What a selection to choose from! I was 16 again as the opening power chords of Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil" filled my ears, followed by "Can't You Hear me Knockin'?" by the Stones, and "You Really Got Me" by Van Halen.

My first effort was to have a go at the antipodean Black Sabbath, Wolfmother, and their anthem "Woman" - I felt at one with my audience, but as the opening riff started, I suddenly realised I had a lot to learn, as clanger after clanger was struck by yours truly. My virtual Marshall stack only made it worse, as I had everything switched to 11, but you know what? Who cares? I was having a ball...

Dog is an axe master on the Playstation, but still has a long way to go, as he battles through conquering medium level. Looks like all of those years listening to nothing but punk rock has paid off!!!

Anyhoo, I searched YouTube for Guitar Hero clips, and even though the following clip still contains some clangers, check out the five star performance in Expert mode of this cyber Yngwie Malmsteen! Motorhead never sounded soooo good!

For those about to Rock (albeit with a plastic guitar) - I salute you...

Exclusive - Proof that JT in NOT a Tool!!!

Like any man over 30 years old, of course I don't have a lot of time for Justin Timberlake, and not because he's young, rich, and the lady's seem to love their JT, but because he just makes crap music.

So you can imagine my pleasant surprise when I discovered the following video on YouTube, courtesy of Saturday Night Live. All I can say is "Good on ya Timbers!"

Looks like my gift ideas for next Xmas are already decided...