(diaryland) November 18, 2005 - 7:08 p.m.

I like the way that Australia won the soccer, but I don't like the way that John Travolta muscled in on the whole thing. He jets into the country to hang around the Airbus and fiddle with its controls with his wee pilot hat on, then when the socceroos win against Uruguay, he busts into their dressing room and starts singing Grease songs.

It's like he thinks he owns the place.