The Games

You may have seen the ads about Steven Bradbury, promoting the Winter Olympics.  Our first gold medal winner, winning in the great Australian way by bludging at the back.

Here's an exchange between him and my friend Julian that's a lot better than those promos.

Hey Steven,

My band wrote a song about you called "Believe in Steve". It's a humorous number all about how you are always the last man left standing and win everything - the medals, the girls, etc.

I hope you enjoy and I'd like to let you know how much of an inspiration you are to everyone!

All the best,

-Julian


Believe in Steve

Saturday night and I was out with the crew
Ran into Steven Bradbury after he’d had a few
Was shocked to hear him say
“Tequila shots for everyone”

Little did I know
That the night had just begun
Next thing I remember is waking in a pile of spew

You can find him anywhere that the beer is cold
Often seen in the pokies room playing “Where’s the Gold?”
Had a hottie, knew that she was interested
Got too wasted, she went home with Steve instead
No-one can match the amount of booze this bloke holds

Steven Bradbury
Is not a Cadbury
When others fall over he will stay standing
He’ll keep buying rounds
Until you hit the ground
And you’ll wake just to realise your wallet can’t be found
Your clothes are wrecked, your girlfriend’s left
And Steve Bradbury is kickin it on in town

Despite the fame he remains humble and nice
Thought I was funny when I said he was skating on thin ice
Here’s to Steven
A true Australian hero
Here’s to your future
On every fuckn TV show
Maintaining your feet will always be sound advice

Steven Bradbury
I think he's rad-bury
When others fall over he will stay standing
He’ll keep buying rounds
Until you hit the ground
And you’ll wake just to realise your wallet can’t be found
Your clothes are wrecked, your girlfriend’s left
And Steve Bradbury is kickin it on in town

Julian

After reading the lyrics I was not expecting much from the song. But I was pleasantly surprised when i played it. You are right it is pretty funny.

Some things you might want to know about me:

Probably the only alcohol I won’t drink is Tequila. I hate it.
I don’t like pokies either.
I can drink a reasonable amount of piss but once ive had one too many im a complete write off.
Despite the fame I am the same.

Glad you drew some inspiration from me and i wish you every success with your band. What is the name of your band ?

Steven Bradbury OAM
Australia's 1st Winter Olympic Gold Medalist

www.stevenbradbury.com

Motivational Speaker
MC

Death

Lately, I've been worried about something.  It's not something to be particularly proud of, it's something kind of vain, I guess.  I've been looking at my Facebook friends count.

I'm cringing at myself.  When I first heard about Facebook (back when only American students could join), I remember thinking to myself, what's the point?  It all seemed stupid.  I didn't get how you 'won' at Facebook, and I remember laughing to myself that people just tried to get as many friends as they could.

And then, as time went on, I've come to this point.  Sure, I don't add just anyone.  I try to add people that I've met at least twice.  Sure, they might not say hi to me on the street.  I don't have their mobile number.  They wouldn't lend me $100 or come to my birthday party.  I guess those are the more rigorous tests of friendship.  Nevertheless, they've added me, and I think they are all great people.

The other day, I noticed my friend list had gone down 2, to 534.  I was sad (because I was losing at Facebook).  I googled to see how I could find out who deleted me.  There really is no easy way to find out.  

Then the next day, it was back up to 535.  Then 536.  Today it's at 535.  There's one explanation I can think of.  Someone is deleting themself from Facebook.  I remember the first time I deleted myself from Facebook.  Within an hour, I got a message from a friend, asking if everything was ok.  Facebook deletion is like virtual suicide!   Does anyone even exist if they aren't on Facebook?  I think it's a virtual indicator of real worry.  And so now, I'm not sad for the selfish reason of losing at Facebook, I'm sad for the real reason that someone out there, one of my friends, may be really depressed.

It's strange how much our world has changed because of this invention.  Even stranger though, is that one of my last nights in Singapore, I was hanging out with the inventor of the damn thing and I didn't even know it.  All I heard was whispers that we were hanging with the $600m man (don't believe rumours), and then from out of nowhere, this 6L magnum of Belvedere appears, in the middle of Attica, one of Singapore's trashier (but more fun) night spots.  I wish I'd known more about it, but let it be said, Eduardo Saverin is, for all I know, a top bloke.