If you're a single Sheila and you're trying to find an Australian bloke, you duck off down there to Australia. You go to the Red Centre: you'll find there's a few shearers, a few stockmen, and there you will find an Australian bloke.
Sometimes it can be difficult when you're talking to a journo after the game, saying, 'Yeah mate, I was on the burst.' And then the translator is trying to translate that into Japanese, and apparently there is no actual translation.
You never say never. There's always a chance to do things in the future.
Family's number one; just, that's flat out it, and I think a lot of people, when they're put in a certain position, will come to that conclusion, and you'll just do whatever.
At training, I consider myself a bit of a morale booster. I take a pack of lollies just to boost the boys' morale. I see that as crucial. I try and be a good influence and keep a high energy.
The quoll is like the Australian version of the honey badger. It's a little mongrel that gets around and is pretty fierce and will take on a few things. You don't want to get that in your campsite.
