Almanac WA shindig by Frankie (the first chosen in the AFL Canine Draft)


(L-R: author and bon vivant Sean Gorman; Fitzroy Pete Carter; PeterB; boy wonder Josh Coales; author David Whish Wilson; Fyfe stalker Poppy Penny; Lori Fletcher and hubby; Eagle savant Phil Smythe; music legend and lawyer Alsy Mac; Frankie Everett and mutt)

Well the pre-season is hotting up. Today for example I did beach running, swimming, weights, breakfast and sleeping. Sounds hard I know but when the season is underway you’re happy you did the work  – you can’t have the AFL body, elite fitness and elite skills if you just sit around over the summer.

Part of being an AFL star is doing things for others.

On Wednesday night, for example, I was the guest of honour at a gathering of writers and readers of The Footy Almanac 2015. These are the kind of people who just sit around all summer so there wasn’t an AFL body in sight (except maybe my dad who was there and would have been a footy star but was too dedicated to his work and therefore almost has an AFL body in parts).


Most of the people were a bit overawed at meeting me obviously but I did have a good chat with the youngest (and smartest) writers Josh and Poppy who both said I was their favourite player along with Son Son, Pav, Barra, Hilly and Fyfey. I told them some stories about the boys that I can’t repeat here.

There were Eagles supporters there and one of the nice things the organisers did was to have the 2015 Grand Final playing on a big screen all night.

There was food but I didn’t eat any because 1. it was sausages and I don’t eat them on account of being an AFL star and 2. no one dropped a bloody thing.

KnackerActionThe Footy Almanac is my favourite book of the year and the best writers are, in my opinion, Poppy, Josh, Uncle Sean Gorman, Mr Z, Dianne Waddingham and Steve Johnston. I once told dad I’d bite Peter_B if I ever met him and I did last night. Now I’m looking forward to meeting Rick Kane.

Oh well, back to waits room.

Merry Christmas from your favourite player.

If you want to read a really good footy writer try this…

About Les Everett

A Footy Almanac veteran, Les Everett is the author of Gravel Rash: 100 Years of Goldfields Football and Fremantle Dockers: An Illustrated History. He is the WAFL correspondent and uses the money he makes from that role to pay for his expensive websites and and fund the extravagant Vin Maskell at


  1. Les, many thanks to you and Titian for your wonderful hospitality, Peter Baulderstone for bringing along the 2015 Almanacs, and all the other Almanacker Army comrades (Vive La Revolution) for making it a wonderful night for this still-mourning Royboy.

  2. And how can I forget Frankie for his B.O.G. performance!

  3. Bring it on Frankie, bring it on. Sounds like it was a good shindig except for the lack of actual winners!


  4. Dear Frankie,
    I’ve had my distemper shot. Hope you’ve had yours.
    Dear Mrs Everett,
    Thanks for your hospitality and Ottolenghi salads. The Avenging Eagle sympathises with what you have to put up with.
    Thanks all for a brilliant evening of eclectic chat and conviviality. Thankfully footy one-upsmanship abated in favour of more bipartisan debate of wider topics.

  5. I found the chat became far more balanced once we put Peter_B and Smythe in the garage…

    Gorman. You let them out didn’t you? That was your only job.

  6. A more presentable looking crowd than the Melbourne rabble.

    I would have expected PB to taste more like goose.

    Merry Christmas to all the WA Knackers.

  7. Typical Carlton. Wouldn’t know his arse from his elbow. Or his 5 senses – sound not taste!
    Sounds like a goose.
    Happy Festivus, JB.

  8. We sold the Elbow when we found out what the pig’s arse had cost us.

    Happy Fesyivus to you and the AE, PB. :)

  9. bloody typos….

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