Archive for January, 2008

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37. HEAT

January 30, 2008

Everything was set up for an extraordinary 1999 Australia Post Stawell Gift. At noon, nearly two hundred entrants and a bumping crowd of over thirty thousand spectators were at or near Central Park stadium. There really was an air of unreality surrounding the favouritism of young Layla Parkin in the face of so many leading international and Australian athletes. Amusingly, one larrikin managed to get hold of the public address system and dodododood the Twilight Zone theme tune. It struck a chord with many. What on earth was going on? Well, something was up. The crowd could tell. Hey, even the bookies were edgy; worried they didn’t have access to an important piece of the puzzle. Ravenous and salivating, the throng awaited their entrée. Delicious excitement. The heats had just begun and Layla was up next.

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36. A GIFT HORSE IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS

January 28, 2008

Each morning Maddy Quigley was grateful to God that he hadn’t died. Maddy that is, not God. Although… no, let’s not get into that. Read the rest of this entry ?

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35. LET THE TRUSTING TRUST

January 22, 2008

8PM at Geoff Derwent’s big brass door knocker. Bang, bang, bang. Read the rest of this entry ?

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34. CAPRICIOUS, MOI?

January 19, 2008

Hello, bright, white and radiant being, hello. This is getting worse and worse. People are dying around me. Can’t we just stop for a moment? Please, I need help. Read the rest of this entry ?

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33. RUNNING DEAD

January 15, 2008

There was nigh on two thousand at the City Oval for the afternoon performance. Clearly, St Brigid’s were on an extended lunch break to watch their girl. There must have been a hundred serious media types pulling lengths of wire and calibrating importance. Read the rest of this entry ?

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32. TIDE’S OUT – JET PLANE LEAVING

January 11, 2008

After his big media day out, a pumped up Geoff Derwent met with Maddy Quigley at the City Oval. ‘Let’s put her through her paces’. Geoff played timekeeper as Maddy organized the warm-ups and practice runs. Layla was out of her footy gear and into her sculptured sprint skin. The experience would blow the muscle from Geoff’s mind leaving him feeling awfully soft and naked. No doubt he’d get back on the horse in due course. Read the rest of this entry ?

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31. LEFT FOOT, RIGHT FOOT, LEG ENDS

January 7, 2008

Maddy’s euphoria had energized Geoff Derwent. He didn’t really believe the girl was going to win The Gift but he damn sure wanted to. And that was good enough. It was better than the desert the Demons had been wandering through for a decade. Okay, The Gift wasn’t footy per se but it associated the club with getting the job done at the business end of elite competition. And that kind of association is gold. Read the rest of this entry ?