The fondness of failure

Of all the joys in life, so much of my contentment has been found in the observation and celebration of the misfortune of others made public either live or at the ease of a much frequented click. I remember in the mid 90's sitting on my friends lounge in the burbs discussing how it would be so great to have a show on TV that had the sole purpose of showing the world the joys of other people crashing cars, falling off bikes, and coming a cropper in all manner of exhilarating and painful ways. Years later that discussion is something I look back on with fondness. The kind of fondness the drummer who retired from The Beatles just before they took the world by storm. The kind of fondness that eats you up inside. The fondness of failure. Australians will laugh at themselves won't they. 

I always remember Kenny Sutcliffe commentating live on the State of Origin. It was half time and his throw to the Queensland change rooms, thats not what they call it, I almost wrote locker room, was "lets cross over to see if Queensland can get some bit of pride back" followed by the letter "W" as it sounds in the beginning of any word apart from write. Say the word "word", or "wazick", or "what?"

Anyway, that is the purpose of this blog.

I've worked in many call centres in my time.

Once I was working for an insurance company taking out general insurance polices on cars, homes and contents. Three of the standard questions were, how old are you, what is the make and model of the car, and what suburb is the car kept in. One time after I had asked a bogan somewhere the latter question he responded "ah, just round here." 

I've decided to form a blog of my experiences, and it shall be named, "Resentment Latte".