I did have the week off last week and I apologise to all my Bloggettes out there who follow my work, and hang off my every word. To all three of you, I'm sorry. I just had some other commitments which needed attending to, such as laundry, buying takeaway Chinese food, bringing it home, eating most of it, and then trying to figure out where the phrase 'Believe you me' came from...Surely someone who is dyslexic, because it sure as hell does not make sense that phrase. 

Nevertheless, the Blog was out in the sun on Saturday afternoon to watch Glenn Archer and Anthony Stevens run out in the blue and white again, albeit in a darker shade of blue than usual. They were good value, the crowd absolutely loving a crunching tackle laid by Archer, and also the piece of play where Stevens hit Archer on the chest and Archer turned around and went BANG! straight through the sticks for a goal. Surely Old Melburnians were playing with us and wanted that to happen...Or were they simply that outplayed? Blog believes it to be the latter. 

Archer and Stevens brought a big crowd to the game, but imagine how boisterous the Blue and White army are going to be this week when Ricky Ponting and Shane Warne line-up for CGFC. The week after will be good, when Kevin Rudd and Peter Garrett take the field, to be followed by Brangelina in Round 11; Pitt on the wing, Jolie at Centre Half Forward. Move over Sinclair, Tomb Raider is in town. After Mr. and Mrs. Smith represent our great club, it's likely that through a contact here and a contact there, we may just nab Ghandi and the Pope and hide them in the forward-pockets. That may get on Channel 7 news too, you just never know. 

Speaking of that Channel, it was good of 'Arch' and 'Stevo' (Yep - we're on a first-name basis now), to give the interviewer nothing, and hold all the good stuff for the intrepid FIELDS TV reporter. Soon that interview will be up on our amazingly popular and successful online TV channel for all to see. The Blog asked the interviewer if he was nervous about interviewing the two greats. The interviewer mumbled a quiet 'sort of'. Blog responded with a 'pfft...nerves are for the faint-hearted'. On reflection though, nerves probably show that you do have a heart, and without nerves there's no adrenaline, and without adrenaline, what's the point?

I have some thinking to do, some priorities to reorder and some ideals to be readjusted. Next week shall see a new Blog - a reserved, melancholy, tranquil sort of Blog. Until then - stuff ya!  

Another week and another blog. Quickly this blog is becoming a world constant, up there with the likes of the sun rising and falling each day, subcontinent cricket matches being called off early due to bad light, soccer players faking injuries, politicians telling mis-truths, Madonna wearing little-to-no clothing in her film-clips, and St.Kilda Footy Club losing. Yes, the Caulfield Grammarian Blog is in quite prominent company. Does it bother me? Not in the slightest!

Last Saturday wasn't the best day for the club as a whole. Our one win came as a result of  a forfeit, and in the other games we never really were within much of a chance, apart from the Seniors, who had a strong third and fourth quarter yet still lost by a comfortable 20-odd point as the hands of Old Camberwell. Not to worry, this week presents another challenge. As Bill Clinton said, there's nothing wrong with the Caulfield Grammarian footy teams that can't be fixed by what is right with the Caulfield Grammarian footy sides. That's right, Bill Clinton has an opinion on our club. Beware female trainers! What I think Bill was talking about was that though there may be some shortcomings within each side, the persistence, courage and resilience within the sides will render the shortcomings ineffective. Or something like that, I wasn't really listening. 

The 19's are going well though, that's for sure. Sitting about as pretty as Jennifer Hawkins in 3rd position on the ladder, the boys come up against the Megan Gale of the competition in the undefeated Ormond on the weekend. They won't be easy competition, but the Grammarians are coming like Miranda Kerr, and maybe Ormond are leaving top spot after Saturday. I remain as toey as a roman sandle about that clash. 

Speaking of the Ladies, on Saturday it's the magnificent Ladies Luncheon at Pressure Park. Bring along a lady to the luncheon, and it should be a good event, as long as the ladies don't end up like those on the 'Ladette to Lady' TV program. They really love a drink or two that bunch. But there's nothing wrong with that I guess. Each to their own. George Best famously said that he spent a lot of money on booze, birds and cars, and the rest he wasted. 

After watching Manchester United get up this morning, The Blog is going to take the same stance on life as my hero George and spend all my money on booze, cars and birds. Yep, I'm off to buy a six-pack, a ferrari, and a cockatoo.   

Well well well. I'm guessing everyone is expecting a blow-by-blow account of the Progressive Dinner last Saturday night. I'm not going to do that. That isn't the way of Nanna Blog. Perhaps it would be better to point out some of the best performances of the night, in terms of dancefloor, dress-ups, and drinks. 

Upon arrival, the Nanna Blog couldn't quite believe her little old eyes  at the amount of effort that was put in by most of the Progressive people. A for Effort folks. Simon Widjaja was among the votes in terms of the outfit, our little skipper leading the way with a bird's nest that eventually took its toll on the dancefloor. Rich Foote also put the N in nerd with an outfit that is more commonly seen an internet cafe's and that joint at Chaddy where they all go in and paint the little toy men. You know the store I mean. Sorry I can't name it, when you are elderly like myself the memory tends to fade a touch.

It was good of Hayden Baker to bring along his friend Noel Gallagher to the event, to mix it with the likes of Country Grammar's Nelly. Noddy also made a special appearance in the form of Matt Sundberg, a man who lit up each venue with his robust and vigorous movements to the pumping beats, especially The Presets 'My People'. Unfortunately for Noddy, his people (Big Ears), stood him up. A trio of Nuns watched over the behaviour of the other revellers, while Nintendo Wii's and Nicorette packs were available to those who felt the need of a bit of a switch-up. 

The match in the afternoon definitely turned out to be a precursor to the events of the night. Slevo was spectacular, Strain sensational, Hammond having a huge presence amongst his mates. Speaking of our friend Chris, Nanna Blog was assured by those commentators, Twoms and Flanas, that Hammo is one of their favourites, and they love him like a grandparent loves their grandkids. Or like the South Australian grand-dad who loves not only his grandchild but also his Daughter. Actually, they probably don't like him quite that much...

The night didn't end with much of a bang, well not for the pensioner that is Nanna Blog anyway. It may have for some though, Nanna's don't tend to keep up with 'that' sort of news. All in all, end over end, if the Nanna can see out another long 12 months in her meals-on-wheels existence then there would be no doubt in her frizzled little mind that she would attend another Progressive Dinner. 

Bedtime beckons for Nanna Blog. Nightie night.  

Don't let the title of this Blog lead you astray, this isn't going to be about dogs, cats, pets, lizards, and hermit crabs (possibly the most pathetic of pets). No, this is all about every man and his dog turning up on Saturday night, at the Progressive Dinner. As the Blog hasn't attended a Progressive yet, I don't quite know what to expect, apart from loads of fun. Well I would hope so anyway. 

It was another humiliating defeat on Saturday and we will leave it at that. I don't really want to bring it up again, and I'm sure nobody else who saw the game will either. It doesn't leave us with a lot to talk about though. Ummmmm, any suggestions on topics? Shall we talk about the Labor Government's state budget? How about that television show Dexter, where the good guy is a serial killer? How about Matthew Lloyd's penchant for Bacardi Breezers? Or the big question, the biggest of big questions, it's that big it puts the big in bigot...Will the new Indiana Jones movie be as good as the others? I'll leave it to you Grammarians. 

I really don't have much to talk about in this blog so I'll leave it at that. Every man and his Blog needs to turn up at Glenhuntly Park on Saturday for our first home game of this season. It's a massive return, about as big as Tony Mokbel's, when he  is finally  extradited back to Australia. Speaking of returns, I need to return to the drawing board, as this Blog has been extremely average. I apologise. But Blog's are like life, full of peaks and troughs. Like my football side, CGFC, the Blog is currently struggling through a trough. 

Notorious B.L.O.G is back.The only real difference between myself and Notorious B.I.G is that when I die, I doubt P.Diddy/Puff Daddy/Sean Combs will write a song in dedication to me. You never know though. I'll live and die in hope that he rips off another Police song in dedication to Notorious B.L.O.G. 

Censorship has been an issue that has been relevant in the life of Notorious B.L.O.G this week. But don't worry Grammarians, I have taken on board the advice of those rocking rockstars of Sydney, The Potbelleez, and I will not be holding back. Whatever I see I will call a spade. Actually that's not what I wanted to say. When I see a spade, I'll call it a spade. Let's start with the Seniors defeat at the hands of Haileybury on the Sunday. Sunday bloody Sunday. It wasn't the best day, that's for sure. I think it's fair, and fairly obvious, that we need to make best our ball use. In FIFA '08 terms, we had 40% possession and three shots on target. A dirty day indeed.

While we are on the game last week,  everyone would agree the first quarter wasn't good, the second not any better, the third not great, and the fourth the worst. Maybe though, the loss has shaken the Caulfield Grammarians tree. It shall be interesting to see what happens next, and who falls out and who hangs in there. In terms of that last quarter though, Donald Rumsfled once said that there are "known unknowns" and "unknown unknowns". Where tribunal decisions sit in that paradox is unknown, but is that a known unknown or an unknown unknown? Donald?...You're giving me nothing Donald! 

Notorious B.L.O.G has had enough notoriety for one blog and should leave it at that. He thinks that speaking in 3rd person sounds good. He's a simple person, B.L.O.G.  A simple person who prefers being notorious instead of conservative. That's what the B.L.O.G is all about. You know?

B.L.O.G Out.