Thought I'd start this blog off with how I'm feeling:
You can't blame me, I just listened to the NOVA interview again.
Most of you support me in saying that Hughesy and Kate wouldn't let me speak, and if you listen, you'll notice within the first five minutes, I can't even complete my sentences, because I am rudely interrupted every few seconds.
I'll agree though, I was a bit of a mess, I would definitely class that as my worst interview!
The amount of times that I said "Ummmmm" or couldn't give a straight answer was showing that:
A)- I wasn't prepared for what I was asked, and couldn't even seem to think of an answer to "What am I trying to achieve?" I mean, how simple is that? I've been able to present myself in what I believe is a reasonable manner and can quite easily answer every question in front of camera's. But this felt different, I suppose I didn't know what I was in for when I was contacted late last night regarding this interview and;
B) - It was a 7am interview, to which I'd clearly just woken up. Ha! My brain was still sleeping!
Regardless, BAD INTERVIEW. End of story.
Now, jumping back to yesterday - St.Kilda's Grand Opening Training Day!
My oh my, wasn't that fun.
I had it planned out in my head a little something like this:
-I'd post up banners the night before, show up the next morning at 5'30am with a few friends and sit out the front of the signs; Protecting them, making sure no-one would rip them down.
-A few people that would show up to the training would support me, mainly women and elderly people.
-No-one would dare abuse me, because they would be too busy watching St.Kilda train, they would barely notice I was there, and if they did, there might be the odd comment or two.
WOW, I can't even explain how wrong I was!!!
Let me take you through it..
At around 1am, my friend and I drove to the new St.Kilda training ground, with hundreds of banners, (Not just the A4 sized ones, I'm talking like 6ft tall ones.)
All the lights were on and a few security guards were there, in their cars.
I jumped out, and called one over, to suss out the situation.
He approached me with a smile, nodded and said "Hi Kim."
Surprised, I laughed and managed to find out alot of details about when the coaches/players were arriving, what time the temporary fences would be down, and what time the security guards finished that night.
Happily moving on, my friend and I posted the signs all along the fence-line of the nature park, and tree's garbage bins - Everywhere.
We headed back to my hotel in the city to sleep, and I set my alarm for 4'45am, prepared to be back down at Seaford before the officials arrived at 6am.
Of course, I slept through the alarm and woke at 8am.
I walked down the same street that I had posted the banners no longer that 7 hours ago, to find them all ripped up, and inside the actually nature reserve.
And trust me, it wasn't the wind that had done it.
After receiving many calls from the media, and confirming that yes I was 5 minutes away, I turned the corner to see alot of news camera's set-up.
I walked over the little fence, and noticed that everyone was staring at me, which was fine, I'm honestly used to getting the death stare from previous AFL games.
At that moment, the media just stood there, filming me. I didn't know what to do.. So I just stood tall and watched the players.
This went on for the next 5 or 10 minutes, everyone was just silent.
It was so awkward!
I was then approached by an obvious St.Kilda supporter, who initially picked up a stick, and started snapping it in half angrily in front of me, telling me I wasn't wanted here, and that everyone hates me.
He called me an attention seeker, and to which the media started to interview him, I was curious as to why HE in fact was calling me an attention seeker, when he was the one who was trying to get his face on the Television?
Throughout the training session I was approached by many Saints supporters abusing me whilst I was doing a few interviews.
Mainly saying all the same things as mentioned above. How original.
I had heard of a few journalists that the CEO (Michael.N) was here and talking to the media, so of course - Wanting to talk to him, I followed. As I left the oval, I received many comments saying "Finally, you're leaving, it's about time!!" To which, I don't think the Saints supporters realised nothing of what they were saying affected me! As I sure many of you saw on the news, I was obviously refused entry inside the gates!
Eventually the training finished, and supporters began to leave.
abusing me on their way out, mind you, I was pissing myself laughing at their comments, and immaturely hitting back to anything they shouted out.
Finally they all left, and I began to scatter the handmade posters all over the ground, laughing as the security guards were forced to pick them up. But after tossing at least 200 pages on the ground, they gave up and waited for me to finish displaying my signs.
A few of my favourite signs were:
-"RESPECT": AFL can you spell that for me?
-AFL (All Fucking Lies.)
An eventful day, which didn't in fact turn out in my favour.
As for last night, my Best Friend Siobhan posted the hotel/room# of where we were staying.
Just to clear up a few things, RE: Getting vacated from the hotel.
I received a call after the NOVA interview, from the manager explaining he had heard what was posted on twitter, concerned about the hotel's security, etc, etc, etc.
I retaliated, angry already and didn't suppress my anger very well.
I was told to leave that morning!
And that was that.
Any who, this blog has taken me forever to write.
Also; I've disabled being able to make comments, as I don't read them anyway, and most of them are from a certain iCoach 2.0, which is a pathetic excuse for a human being.
You know where to find me:
Much love to all the Queenslanders at the moment, I wish you all the luck in the world right now.