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I first met morley long after I first saw morley. When I first saw morley my first impression was 'He is an unfortunate looking guy' I went to International House and Morley was a white Australian from Brighton. Not exotic enough to waste my time on.
So it probably took me around several months before we wound up in a theatre sports team together, a theatre sports team the likes of which IH or in fact the entire college crescent ever saw again.
We were so good in rehersals we got word at a time story to work well on two seperate occasions. Morley has three or four facial expressions most of which he captures on his website which I have a fancy new link for on the left.
Morleys just one of those unrelenting arseholes. Someone I'd trust with money over my 'ethical' friends, possibly even a company although he did a joke degree called an entreprenuership (who cares how you spell it) and I've never heard a good business idea from him. He wanted to cash in on the boost juice phenomena by bottling juice and selling it in a supermarket. He spent an hour at lunch explaining the idea to me most of it involving a gesture with his fists that put me in mind of that 'one potato, two potato, three potato, four!' song.
Morleys the only person I know that has done a shit on an employers bathroom floor that I respect. I mean Morley was simply making a statement about the governments obstructionist stance on access to youth allowance and the mismanagement of the economy and devaluation of full time work that has lead to underemployment pressuring university aged students to take jobs in dingy call centres to support themselves on substandard wages. A comment summarised most poigniantly by shitting on his employers floor and if you don't see that there's something wrong with your brain.
When we lived together he would get drunk and bring home things like a tree from the park and stick it in a beer keg and throw some christmass lights on it and plug in my hallucinogenic Jesus and we'd have christmass cheer as it dropped leaves all over the living room of our share house.
He cooked rancid shit and put it in tupperware to decay for months on end.
He was the kind of guy people love from a safe distant. ONe that would expose a lefty socialist philosophers homophobia in front of people he was trying to impress with benevolance.
I say was but he still is. Still the same old arsehole. Yet like Chairman Mao many people love him. And here's why: Morley is a peoples champion. He took on Stupidity. Stupidity taking many forms but mainly house administration.
I remember fondly staying over night at my girlfriends at the time to avoid a 6am fire drill which was one of the two days a year you bothered signing out and I wrote the benign 'staying with a friend' which they couldn't refute or question it was the ultimate alibi to avoid an arbitrary $50 fine.
When I signed in the next day I noticed they'd highlighted morleys excuse 'gone to circus' those dumb skinbags would have been tearing their hair and having a crisis meeting to try and figure out how to fine him.
And they fined him often for expressing opinions and undermining their relationship with University of Melbourne.
He set up 'the globe' which rather than being a theatre was a paper that actually allowed people to write shit about races at IH they disliked, house policy and gossip and to pay out ping pong players and lan gamers.
And IH admin hated him for it all, in fact I couldn't possibly summarise what a personal Jesus morley is to me. Except for the fact that I constantly look down on him. But it's mutual he reads this blog and says my parents either didn't hug me enough or beat me enough.
He's dead on the inside, but I still love him.