Wine into water????

So my first Easter with the wonderful Nadine. Well she was not so bloody wonderful when she made me clean out my beer from the fridge to fit in some seafood. I tried to plead my case that Easter was about drinking and footy. Not the Lord and Family time. My shela proving she is more than just a pretty face tried to explain that there is no VB cans or any booze represented in Da Vinci's Last Supper. Well I have one simple question was Da Vinci with JC at his last banquet? No, no he was not and you will never be able to convince me that a man that can change water into wine would not have got legless on his last night out with the lads! Well sometimes you can not win with the ladies so I relented and emptied out the fridge...

BUT it was on one condition we hit up the SFS to watch the Waratah's on Saturday night. What a bloody great night the Tahs won by 30 the queue to the bar was short and a few of the boys infiltrated the Stadium with some Rum bottles. What a beauty Rum n Rugby and Nadine to taxi me home. The only downer on the night was when I dropped a full glass of Rum over the lady in front of me. The way she carried on "You have wrecked me new leather jacket", "Now I am wet and sticky", "oh its down my pants" was unbelievable. I mean I was the one who lost a perfectly poured glass of Rum and Coke. Thank god she moved a few seats down. At least then I could like up her seat!

"Its good to be 3"

So knowing what I know about the filth that read this blog you will be thinking "The great man had a threesome!!". Sorry to disappoint but its been three blissful months of romance with my number ONE girl. One girl, 3 months. You may think I have lost the plot leaving my play boy ways behind but life does not get much better than this.

The only hiccup in this relationship has been the time I have spent on the North Side. I have missed out on Mum's cooking. So before our little romantic weekend away last weekend I took off home for a night of Mum's cooking. Shock, Horror when I got home Mum and Dad were on their way out for dinner. Was that some kind of sick joke?

Mum forgot that she promised her famous roast Lamb, which I must say is better than sex on the beach! I went to bed after a case of VB and a tin of soup.

Here is to the next three months and the next and the next and the ...........

All good things come to an end

I had a call from ACP today saying they had been inundated with nominations for the Stack to be the 2010 Cleo Bachelor of The Year. Well my felion friends Stacky.com is off the market! I can hear hearts breaking all over the world today but as they say all good things come to an end. Its time only one lucky girl gets to enjoy the company of the Stack. Images like the above will now be few and far between.

So as flattering as it is to be asked by Cleo I had to offer my sincerest apologies but I am no longer Australia’s most eligible bachelor. A petit beauty “Nadine” has stolen my heart and broken the hearts of all single ladies all over the world.

Even my deep dark mood swings from a lack of Nicotine can not stop this romance flourishing. Sure shares in TAB and BAT have fallen since I was swept off my feet but as they say all good things come to an end.

Who knows with my new extensive fitness regime, the end of my love affair with nicotine and a sudden urge to have early nights I may even finish an Etchells race in 2010!

Like a well rounded red

What do a Coonawarra Cabernet, a McLaren Vale Shiraz and a Tassie Pinot have in common with Breakfast at Tiffany's? It’s simply really they like me get better with age.

As I move into 2010 I have decided to change a few aspects of my lifestyle but one thing I will not alter is my love of a classic Hollywood movie. There is no denying that Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a classic and one for the ages. It is hard to image a better way to spend a spectacular Sydney summer Saturday night than rugged up under the stars at the Centennial Park open air cinema watching Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard in one of the best on screen performances of any film ever made. It is hard to image life any better than that.

My picnic of Tasmanian Salmon, King Island Dairy Black Label Double Brie, fresh figs, Maggie Beer Quince paste, Kalamata Olives, German Salami, Felino, Province of Parma and fresh Bourke Street Bakery sourdough went down so well you could have said I put in an Oscar Winning Performance.

Another wedding another stolen show

So finally after all the bucks’ parties it was the wedding of Parris and Beanie. I stared in the well documented Vegas bucks and took it to a whole new level for the Sydney Bucks. The 2nd bucks was a cruise on Sydney Harbour and with the capitulation of Parris ending in a drunken man over board I stepped up to the plate as the buck for a few shows. Once again Stack saved the day and made quite the impression with the “paid help”. Richie is one lucky “best man” that I stepped in as the amateur would have been an embarrassment on show!

So I stole the show in Vegas, Sydney and now the big day.

The wedding started well with my reading in the church. After I had finished there was not a dry eye in the place. Then the reception and of course I help court at the dinner table as the Boags Premium and Black Bull Cabernet flowed freely down my throat.

Some people say the speeches are the highlight of the reception others say the cutting of the cake while most punters vote on the Bridal waltz. Well they were all pretty good but I undoubtedly stole the show with my non-stop dancing. The spin, the twist, the twirl, the turn and the pivot were all used to great effect. The ladies were lining up to take my hand on the dance floor.

A great event and another event stolen by Stacky.com

Who the hell is Packer?

So I sat down to a 1998 West Australian Merlot after a hard days work brining in the big bucks when I accidentally push “2” on the remote. I had previously taped over “2” and “0” on the remote so I did not have to be brain washed by the tree hugging, left wing loonies that is the ABC and SBS. I remember pealing the tape off late one night after a few two many Carlton’s and a few litres of Rum when I wanted to watch a late night “documentary” on SBS. Well I will learn from that mistake. That poor excuse for a show “4 Corners” was on. I was just about to flick the channel when the strip popped up on my screen. Vegas Baby! It brought back many good memories of my magical time in Sin City.
Poor old James Packer does not seem to have the same affinity with Vegas as I do! The clown has lost nearly $3 billion dollars and he did not even place a bet or visit a night club!
Well James I am made for Vegas and Vegas is made for me so if you want some help to get things up and running again myself and Johnny Vegas will lend a hand…..At a price of course!

Foot lose and fancy free

So we hit up the two leading clubs in Vegas. XS and Bank and boy did the dance floor light up when I hit the floor. It was my kinda scene stiff free pour drinks, hot women, great music and you could smoke indoors! Every time I hit the dance floor the tempo lifted. Sure Harris hit the podium a few times but these girls know real talent when they see it! I was on fire lady after lady, girl and girl, cougar after cougar wanted to bogey with .com. I had all the moves going the spin, the twist, the turn and the hot shoe shuffle. A few boys wanted tips but it takes time an effort to move like I do. There is no miracle answer to dancing like me. Oh a few in our crew went ok. Scotty or “Babbinator” as he wanted the girls to call him was on fire! While the ladies called me quick step Stacky, Babbinator was known as “twinkle toes”. The boy can move! Plenty wanted to get down and dirty with Scotty but..
The sad fact was Babbinator was 2nd rate compared to me and I got the pick of the ladies. One, two, three, four stacky could have had them all.

F#*KING GAMING

I joined the queue for Tryst nightclub but it became apparent that the only way to get in was to grease the bouncer. As you all know I am far from tight but to give money to the clown at the door made my skin crawl. It was only the 2nd night and there was plenty of time for some of my signature dance moves in the next 3 night. I shock the boys hands, squeezed past the line of girls and I high tailed it back to the Hard Rock and hit the Black Jack table. It was not long until the pit boss knew I meant business and gave me free membership to the “Rockstar Players Club”. I was on a roll up $5G, hot ladies off each shoulder and taking Vegas by storm, Stacky Style. The time ticked by and the tide started to turn. As they say all good things come to an end and by 11am I was gone. I did my cash. Oh well plenty more nights to get it back but now it was bedtime. A few of the faithful ladies followed me to the lifts but I told them it was bed time and I was in no mood for some “fun”. I staggered into the room at 1130am collapsed on my bed fully clad, shoes and all. The next thing I know Hutcho is waking me. “Stacky what happened to you? Where the hell have you been?” one simple answer…….

Fucking Gaming!!!!!!!

Dinning in style

It was night two when the boys decided we needed to go for a group diner. Being a man with a refined taste and an advanced palate I demanded we dine in style. I picked The Venetian Hotel as our destination and “David Burke” was the restaurant. This was Modern American Cuisine at its best. A few pre dinner Beers (Mexican of course) and I was given the honours of ordering the wine. It was a no brainier when it came to the wine list. Flick past the American rubbish, flash past the Italian Vino a brief look at the French pretenders and BANG a good Coonawarra Cabernet. The Sommelier looked on in amazement as i dissected the wine list. The end result was the perfect match of a magnificent Coonawarra Red with a succulent piece of American Rib Eye. A few ladies at the next table over heard the way I ordered the wine with distinction and knowledge. They asked me to match their food and wine. They were so satisfied with my choice they then asked me back to their room but ladies Black Jack was calling…….

Vegas, its my kinda town

Well the ladies in Vegas are still drying their eyes now the Stack has departed. Let me tell you they found it hard when I left but I found it even harder. Vegas is my kinda town baby! On the first night when I was up on the Black Jack table nature called. I walked into the gents with my beer and bunger in hand. What confronted me next was instant L O V E with Vegas. Above the Toilet cubical was a cup holder and an ash tray. If one could easily get a VB or Carlton in Vegas I would never leave.

This does not even mention the fantastic Clubs, Bars, Cars and Girls around town but I will get to that later. I am off to run 20km to stretch the legs after the long flight.

Cometh the day cometh the man

The count down has finished. The training has been done. The big event is here. Today I fly out to Vegas and my assault on everything beautiful will begin. I had one final session last night around 10 Caltons, three Coonawarra reds and a few jugs of Rum and Coke. In fine form I was up at the crack of dawn for a brisk power walk to clear the lungs. Ladies of the great State of Nevada, your wait is nearly over. Stacky.com will see you soon. Hang on!

Mile High

In two short days I will be flying high enjoying a nice Tasmanian Pinot in the comfort of a new VAustralia plane. I have a friend who works for VAustralia and she was telling the girls about me a few weeks ago. Well what a head ache this has caused the HR department of Virgin. I have it on good authority that as many as 56 girls and 3 guys (sorry gents I am not that way inclined) have requested they be rostered on for my flight.

As much as I am flattered by the attention from the Virgin girls I am not about to join Ralph Fiennes and the mile high club. Sure you are all welcome to join me in Vegas but really I am not as flexible as I once was and aircraft toilets are made for one person not two.

So ladies if you want to get on my good side just keep the vintage wine and Australian beer flowing. Don’t put the hard word on me. This flight is about resting up for the week in Vegas. As they say “Fly Fabulous”, with me onboard Fabulous is an understatement!

A Special Package

Well sure my crown jewels are a very special package but that’s not what I am referring to. It’s a well documented fact that our friends in the United States of America can not brew beer or produce a half decent Shiraz. Sure they claim Bud is the “king of Beers” and Napa is the perfect climate for wine but they also claim Cuba is evil! How you can claim a country that produces the best cigars and the best rum in the world is evil is beyond me.

Anyway I was not about to let the American notion of good beer and wine wreak my Vegas assault. Today I air freighted a container of VB, Coonawarra Cabernet, McLaren Vale Shiraz and some Bundy express to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casio. I have organised some room in the underground vault to store my stash. There is nothing .com can not achieve!

You may be thinking a 40 foot container full of alcohol is a little extreme. But it is five nights and there will be many ladies wanting to enjoy some of Australia’s finest produce, sure I am the best export but there is only so much of me to go around. I don’t want American poor taste to ruin my vacation. Dam it I have standards!

5 days to go, that should give the buffoons at the hard rock enough time to have my beers chilled and ready for consumption.

The Names Stack James Stack

So I was up at 5am to go for one of my morning power walks just putting the finishing touches on my rigorous fitness routine for Vegas. I finished up my walk sat down at my computer with my protein shake and well, well what a surprise I find my inbox full with requests from ladies in Vegas hoping to spend a night in the sack with the stack. Ladies I appreciate the enthusiasm and haste with which you emailed me but good things come to those who wait.

I will bring sexy, style and sophistication back to Vegas. Don’t worry Sin City the golden days on the golden mile will be returning in 6 days……But who’s counting?

Viva Las Vegas

They say the GFC is the worst thing to hit Las Vegas in Sin City’s history. Well for the lucky ladies of Vegas Stacky.com is about to put a smile on your face. Kevin 07 has been throwing money around willy nilly to minimise the impact of the GFC in Australia. Poor old Obama has been left with not a Dime to spend on the US by Matts buddy George W. However as they say “good things come to those who wait”.

In one short week I will descend on Sin City with one purpose to put the “Sin” back in Sin City. It will be a clinical operation which would make the pentagon proud. I will dominate the party scene and bring a whole new dimension to the saying “I am here for a good time not a long time”. The ladies of Vegas will be the benefactors when I hit the strip. Don’t worry my female friends there will be plenty of stacky.com to go around.

It may have been a dream I had last night but lets just say I would not be surprised if I get a little deja vue “We both know that I'm a drunk. And I know you are a hooker. I hope you understand that I am a person who is totally at ease with that. Which is not to say that I'm indifferent or I don't care, I do. It simply means that I trust and accept your judgment.”

I have been let astray at times but what could possibly go wrong when .com is loose in Vegas?

30 is the new 21

So its been way too long...and what is my excuse? Well lets just say "EDOG" baby!

Anyway...so I am 30 but that has not stopped .com firing on all fours....Life has been good real good. As promised I have cut back on the work lunches, they now only last 4hours and a modest amount of alcohol is consumed. Two Carltons, two bottles of red and my new weapon of choice Rum and coke to give me that little sugar boost before are hard afternoon of office slog!

The ladies don't mind the extra age in fact many ladies have said "James you are like a good South Australian Shiraz, you only get better with age".... Shangri-la time baby.....

I was worried I may lose that .com effect but at a recent 21st I was that main attraction. I can not count on both hands how many ladies I dances with but lets just say there were a few unhappy males looking on.....

Well fans I best be off its after 5 and I have to take my VB's but I will be back soon.

.com out!

"Did you just .com my Aunty?"

Sorry fans, its been a long time between drinks….No really it has! Work has been out of control no long lunches not even enough time to polish off a bottle of red. If I rush maybe two Schooners is all I can get in. I hate this time of year….Work, work , work what kind of life is that. I have had 100’s of texts from all different ladies “Stacky where are you?” , “Stacky I have not seen you in ages”, “.com please come out for a drink” , “James I miss you come and have a drink my shout” Its getting tiresome so the sooner this fin years ends the better as far as I am concerned!

I forgot to tell you all about a little run in I had with Mrs Sweeny’s Auntie. I was at Port Douglas and had consumed my fair quota of XXXX and Bundy when a glamour walked past me. I immediately declared her .comable. She was a little bit my senior but a glamour all the same. The next thing I hear was Blythe to blowing up “stack, did you just F#*king .com my aunty” well Blythe my dear I sure did and she loved it! Its only a select few that get .comed!

The best man….THE BETTER MAN

So Brads done it he has tied the knot and what wedding it was. Depart a cold wet Sydney and land in picture perfect tropical north Queensland. The flight was a little disconcerting my ears failed to equalize, I was sitting next to a loud Texan we call Hyder and I had three Qantas hostesses try and pick me up, two were female and one male but I would rather not get into that. 8 beers on the plane and it was game on for the rest of the trip!

I was a hit with the local ladies in Port Douglas from locals to the odd European backpacker. I dispatched several jugs of XXXX and a hell of a lot of Bundy at our first lunch.

As usual I was the man about town drinking in every bar and having glamour girl upon glamour girl try and buy me drinks. It’s just a shame Hyder and his new best mate cramped my style!

The wedding was a beauty. I looked fantastic and handled the occasion without a glitch. My speech was a highlight as was my dancing. The twirl master was at it again, owning the dance floor. The ladies were queuing up to have a dance. I went all night I don’t think the heart rate got under 210! As matt said “James make time for exercise now or you with have to make time for illness later”…….Matt people in Glass houses………….I smashed you on the dance floor old boy.

From nude swimming, hitting the golf ball like John Daley, sinking substantial amounts of XXXX and Rum to being the star of the wedding and the man about town it was a great trip and Brad was lucky I was there to make the wedding such a success.

There is a video of me doing a few nude laps in our pool and a little relaxing on the lilo with a xxxx in hand but I will keep that for the members section that may be coming soon to stacky.com.

watch out chicks about!

Another weekend approaches after a tough week at work. Only 4 lunches this week and one lasted just 4 hours. What a joke, 4 hours and 5 bottles of red and then back to work. What’s wrong with executives these days?

Any who the point of this little update is to warn my fellow chick magnets that we are under threat from the finer sex! The boys down at the Kings Cross cop shop are big fans of .com and sent me the following…………Boys you have been warned!

Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman. Many females use a date rape drug on the market called 'Beer.' The drug is found in liquid form and is available anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, or from taps and in large 'kegs'. Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and sleep with them. A woman needs only to get a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several beers, men will often succumb to the desires to sleep with horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted. After drinking beer, men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that 'something bad' occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as 'a relationship.'In extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer term form of servitude and punishment referred to as 'marriage.' Men are much more susceptible to this scam after beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females. Please! Forward this warning to every male you know. If you fall victim to this 'Beer' scam and the women administering it, there are male support groups where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter with similarly victimized men. For the support group nearest you, just look up "Golf Courses' in the phone book. For a video to see how beer works click here:

Beer Demo

One step at a time

So as usual the Stack was on fire with the ladies during the bucks. While this young lass was keen to get in the sack with the Stack I was the perfect gentleman and told her “Great things cum to those who wait”…..As most ladies know I am the great man and well worth the wait. Bring on Port Douglas……………………………………………