I like oysters. Not to the point where I can't go a day without one... but I like them. I think if anyone gets that far gone... you may as well hang it up. Game Over... I mean, oysters are good, but they're not beer or Doritos. We went out to a restaurant tonight for some cheap oysters. This restaurant we found out is closing its doors in about a month's time. So some of the staff looked like they were phoning it in. We had a few problems with a few of the oysters, they seemed to be not only room temperature (a good oyster should be served chilled as far as I'm concerned) The were also a bit TOO 'oceany'. I'm always a little concerned about the 'oceany' smelling ones. We asked for said oysters to be replaced and they brought a whole fresh batch on ice. Very accommodating indeed. They brought the amount that we'd ordered in the first place out though, so in the end... between 3 of us, we'd eaten 48 oysters. Not a bad innings. Not a particularly interesting story... but here's one that is better. I don't like watching true crime. It tends to mess with my head a whole bunch more than I like. Oh I can watch horror movies or thrillers until the cows come home... I can easily differentiate between Hollywood and realism; and I don't need realism in my life... That's why I turn the TV on in the first place... escapism. Jane, however can't get enough of hearing how Jeffery Dahmer hacked up 18 dudes, or some emperor used a torture chamber called a 'bull'.... none of us need to know this stuff. We have foxtel here at the Murphy house, and Jane will do nothing but sit and watch the 'CI' channel. Crimes and investigations... now, I didn't think I was a nanna about that sort of thing... but... I guess I am. Jane had watched and raved to me about a documentary on a serial killer who called himself B.T.K. I won't freak you out with the meaning of the acronym or the atrociousness of his crimes, but she convinced me to watch the documentary. NEVER AGAIN. I had to leave the kitchen light on when i went to bed, and had goosebumps all night. I was RIDICULOUSLY freaked out. Even today, (I watched the doco last night) I haven't been able to shake the dude's face from my mind. I gave Jane a right talking to today, to which she laughed rather heartily. I don't get how people can watch that stuff and then go on like everything is cool. But I guess they have a specific channel for it, so I'm in the minority. Wow... two bad stories in a row... I'm impressed. I'll have better musings and ramblings tomorrow. Love Court. P.s. Check out 'OKTAPODI' on Youtube. It's nominated for Best Animated Short. I for one, hope it gets it.
Posted: 2009-02-03 01:16:32Author:admin

I thought it was an easy one to remember... Courtney. Back in the day my parents assure me, Courtney was a boy's name. Then, apparently, girls felt they didn't have enough names to go around, so they started pinching the boy's names. Cameron, Courtney, Peta... I've a girl who's name was Tim; no nickname... just Tim. The previous paragraph may seem like a whinge, but you're mistaken... I got over all of that crap in primary school. 'You've got a girl's name!' '... yeah well... you look like a foetus'. I could always hold my own. No, the problem I have is because of my tenure on a certain TV show, people know me. Or at least they think they do. I was hanging out in a certain 'pub' last night, and too many times I got called 'Corey'... while it's a lot more masculine sounding than my name I guess, 'Corey' is a bit of a surfer's name. Have you seen me lately? Do I look like a surfer? A few times I get called Casey. That's cool, once again it's a girl's name so it would be easy to mistake; and they're mistaking me for the winner of my year on Idol: Casey Donovan. I could be called worse. I think the world of Casey, what an amazing voice in a deep soul. Then, of course, I get called Chris. He's my brother, and he was on Australian Idol as well, just in case someone is reading this had no idea. Doubt it though. I must say though, what's even better is when they say "Hey Chris"... and politely I correct them, "No sorry, I'm Courtney... Chris' brother". "Oh, yeah sorry.. nice to meet you... ... ... How's your brother?" Please don't ask me. I have no clue as to what Chris is doing at any one time. Chris gets the same question... I think it bugs him even more. My name is Courtney Ryan Murphy... I doubt you'll 'wear it out' ... but, you know, try it out sometime. You may get a positive response out of me. Love Court.
Posted: 2009-01-31 15:32:58Author:admin

Clayton Troy Bolger. Let me set the scene. I was 14 years old, only just... and our band Murphy's Lore was getting a nice amount of work around the quaint town of Albany. Our band was comprised of the 3 Murphy boys (Chris Kieran and myself), our cousin Jae Rowbotham and a mate from Chris' year at NASHS (North Albany Senior High School) Brad Harding. For whatever reason, Things weren't exactly cooking along in the band with Brad there; a really lovely bloke with a heart of gold and skill for making guitars, but on stage... missed a certain spark. Chris had considered replacing Brad but being 14 and Chris being 18 and the leader of our outfit... that was his domain. I remember the first time I met Clayton; actually i can't remember which occasion came first but they both made an impression on me. Clayton went to ASHS (Albany Senior High School) our rival school for want of a better term... (though deep down I think it was only the NASHS kids being jealous that they did attend ASHS. Murphy's Lore were performing at the concert hall in 1993 under a school songwriting competition that we were in the state finals for, as was Clayton's band 'Roundabout Utopia'; very much a high school 'put together' band, whereas ML was OUR band but had to use the 'school' moniker to get into the comp. We won first prize that night, though the $1000 and the trophy went straight to the school, and they still bitched that we didn't perform in school uniform... can you imagine? A rock band in school uniform? You've gotta be Angus Young to pull something like that off... The thing I remember about that nigh and that 'rival' ASHS band was how back stage EVERYONE was gathered around this chap and his guitar who was entertaining everyone with song after song. WHAT CHARISMA! WHAT MAGNETISM! I was enthralled. possibly because of this gift he had... he seemed so much older than me. Skip ahead only a few months, and we were performing at a busking competition put on by the local music store. It was cool, all the acts were just playing on the sidewalk along the main street of Albany while onlookers stood in the generous island in the middle of the road. This time, Clayton sans band took home first prize... BEATING US! Well I think that's where the seed was sewn in Chris' mind. I was in Perth taking one of my practical classical piano exams when I spoke to Chris and he said he was auditioning this 'Clayton Bolger' fellow... I had absolutely no reason to be, but I remember being dirty that I wasn't going to be there for the audition therefore not able to have a vote yay or nay. As it turns out, it didn't matter anyway, Clayton's audition I think was more him auditioning us than the other way around and by the end of his 'inception' he was wondering where and when our first gig was going to be. HA HA HA... That's Clay, the instant loyalty of a puppy and the nervous awkward energy of same said beast. Clay joined our band 15 years ago this month. I hadn't known him that long and he'd already invited us Murphy boys to his 18th birthday. He must have known we'd be in his life for a while. 15 years later and Clay turns 33 today. He is my brother. He's a dad to two gorgeous kids now and a husband to a gorgeous Rhona... he he, but he'll always be that daggy awkward dude who would jump around like a fool on stage, inadvertently wrapping his guitar cable around his legs... binding them... and then tripping over like a great oaf into the drum kit behind him. Happy Birthday mate. Can't wait for the thirty three and a third party.
Posted: 2009-01-30 03:08:36Author:admin

We always find something completely unattainable to resolve at the beginning of every year. Every year it's, 'I'm going to lose weight', 'I'm only going to drink 2, maybe 3 nights a week', I'm going to wash my car EVERY weekend', or 'I'm really going to try and not have sex with my neighbour while her husband is away on the mines'. They fall by the wayside if they're too great a change to a modern lifestyle. We just can't fight a well in-grained habit. My resolution is one of simplicity. As a lot of people know, I'm a movie nut. I love movies... could talk to anyone about movies all day. But too many times I'll watch a movie and be proclaiming its magnificence to someone, and they'll say 'Have you read the book?' after a slight pause then me telling them to eat a dick, it does hit home with me that perhaps I should read a whole lot more. I must admit that after a good period without reading, I tend to feel a little dumbed down somewhat. So... dear reader, I resolve for 2009 to read one decent length book per month. I started in January with Adam Gilchrist's Autobiography 'True Colours'. What a read. As well as being a movie nut, I love my cricket; and I love Adam Gilchrist. That was my January book. I did however finish Adam's book a little sooner than the end of the month though, so now I'm onto Roger Moore's Autobiography 'My Word is My Bond'. Kind of a crap name for an autobiography I reckon. But at least it's a pretty decent account of all things suave and sophisticated in the world of Sir Roger. it's not quite February, and already I'm halfway through my February book. That's some good readin' there boy. I'm having a blast. It's nice to turn my lovely plasma off every now and then, and get into the printed word.

Murtaugh: Word Riggs!

Riggs: Word Rog!

Murtaugh: What the hell are we taking about?

Riggs: Word. Four letters.. starts with W, OR in the middle, D on the end. Word.

Murtaugh: Oh, that word.

Love Court.

Posted: 2009-01-29 01:26:58Author:admin