Always back the horse named self-interest, son. It'll be the only one trying
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Bob Marley, non-consenting subject of the Queen, just like me ———————————— Ave Peter Your brother Albert died last year, at a tragically young age. We both knew him, you of course far better than me. I mourned with you, and the good man […]
There’s no spangle in Skippy is there? Singing AAF like this should a Commonwealth offence. It’s certainly an offence against the Average Australian dignity. None of us truly love the anthem, but it’s ours. When we sing the bits we know, we do it gusto. Passion. Love of the wattle and the green and gold. […]
Good morning One has to wonder how Paul Eriksson could be appointed to the position of CEO of Racing Australia. As a Tasmanian he leaves Tasmanian racing in a disgrace. The Trots hang on to existence by a thread, and the person who is doing the sewing (Ben ‘Chainsaw’ Yole) would in any other industry […]
He didn’t save the 649 Argies and Falkland Islanders that the Queens troops killed either Irreverence is my middle name. My first is Archibald. It’s a family name passed down from my ancestors Buchanan. Sheehan is the last name, my birth one anyway. It’s from County Cork, and is supposed to mean peaceful. They got […]
Gee they liked each other didn’t they? The Queen is cactus. Oh well. She’s 96, filthy rich, hasn’t worked a real day in her life,. and has had the best of it for almost a century. None of us really ever knew her, but were conned that we did. Betty is about to die. We […]
Just ask Keith Urban. Or his hairdresser. I wonder why Slim hasn’t got the striped stonewash jeans on? I guess he’s just keeping it all under his hat.
His music won’t be to everyone’s taste, nor his language, and he seems to be off his head on drugs almost all of the time, but the kid in the picture above sang the song below at the same time when the photo was taken, when he was 14. The Kid Laroi didn’t just sing […]
Let’s be honest, Lauren Jackson would never have come back to basketball at age 41 if Liz Cambage hadn’t let the Opals and her and our country down. But she did, in the most un-Australian of ways, and her departure – or more correctly, her ejection after the rejection – left the Opals coming into […]
Gary Crocker may well be one of South Australia’s richest men, and carrying a six-figure wad from the sale of his star older pacer Adam Crocker to the United States, but the weight of the jumping jack flash hasn’t weighed down his passion for the trots, and the preservation of sporting history. Bruce McAvaney has […]
