Carlton, Senior Listed Player, 2009, Adam Hartlett
Adam Hartlett, a lot of meat on his head, is a hamstrung hobbler with a leg like a mule and the brain to match. It's under pressure that the leg that lands him on the big stage becomes too tense and snaps at the back resulting in a spell in the seconds.
The Hair: more on the face than on the scalp says so much more than the other way. A round haughty fist. High-brow. Knacker-dragger. Lashes of cream. Visage of
. Armpits down to the ground. Latches on to handbags. Runs like a heffer on fire.The Teeth: what happens when cousins consummate their innate desire. Behind a rubber-rim of a lip. Bites things betwixt and between. Grinds to a plop! Wears deep in the head. Sinks them into your bottom. Tears off. Talks through a clenched anus.
The Skin: keeps it together. Heals when broken. Bleeds from the inside. Layer upon layer upon layer. Gives the game away. Breaks out in a rush. Feels things with it. Hides the unsightly innermost workings. Picks scabs. Eats them. Slip, slop, slaps.
Gianni Versace says: "It'll always remain with me that bullet that lodged in my pelvis. It's just one of those things that, no matter how hard I try to escape a brutal death, I won't be able to avoid. I probably have it coming to me. I mean, a suit on a woman? What was I thinking? Women look like men, I think."
