  Ok ok, I'm writing a beefier blog but I'm not hungover, just drunk. That's right, I just drank a slab o beer with Bec and Glen whilst watching the Deltas, I mean ARIAS. I don't know why, I swore I wouldn't watch it, there was absolutely nothing good about the entire ceremony and I mean absolutely NO good nominees. No wonder Delta won every single fucking award! Because in every category she was up against the 'tough' competition of the fucking Androids (the snot you want to flick off your finger) and Powderfinger! The most past their prime band in the world! And as much as I've been arguing this with Bec tonight, there's is absolutely NO need to bring up Delta's 'battle' with cancer it has absolutely nothing to do with a music awards ceremony and has no place being the issue of a casual discussion between Rove and Delta in the middle of the night.
I just can't believe how fucking 'small town' our award ceremonies still are its completely embarrassing, and even more so when 'celebrities' such as Marcia get up and give advice to Australians about their attitude towards music in order to compare to the rest of the world. If we spent less time worrying about how we looked to the rest of the world we might actually be able to develop our own style and nurture artists in our own country and therefore we wouldn't be putting up with fucking bullshit like DELTA FUCKING GOODREM winning every fucking award!!!
...hmm sorry I'm rambling. I'm just gald that the whole event was saved by Johnny Farnham's induction to the Hall of Fame and his tops performance of 'You're the Voice'. Good show Johnny, they just don't make em like they used to. AND THE WINNER IS CANCER! 
