Always back the horse named self-interest, son. It'll be the only one trying
When the Townsville Bulletin arrived to interview Harry Ford about his upcoming 100th birthday, his mailbox contained six letters. Three were letterheaded with fancy golden script from the Prime Minister of Australia, the Queensland Government, and a very official envelope via Canberra. Two were also Dominos Pizza vouchers. And the last was a reminder from […]
William Kamara Cull – the soldier in the picture – is my wife’s little brother. I am real glad that he is too. Like Maggie, Will is the descendant of a blackbirded slave. Kamara is the slave family’s name. Will is fucked up, but he is no slave. He did three tours of Iraq, to […]
Jack Sheehan was my great-grandad. He died on the Western Front on Anzac Day 1918. Today. This is what he had in his kit bag when he died: 2 wallets A few photos. 2 coins. A souvenir card. A hankie. Some postcards. And a badge. That was it. Thanks for coming. No doubt he knocked it off on the […]
Anzac Day is important to me. It is to all real Australians. You can debate the futility of war all you like, and you are $1.10 to win. But our ancestors didn’t know that back then. They just believed they were fighting for their country. My great-grandad believed it. He died for his country. On […]
Sally McManus (below), the Boxer Boys (above). From left to right, Australian amateur lightweight champion Jack the Ripper, former NSW Heavyweight champion the Balmain Boxer, and weight trainer extraordinaire, great Australian larrikin, gold merchant, and all round top bloke Digger Dave. The little prick on the left backed 3 out of 5, at odds too. […]
“Our trainers toil away caring for their horses, providing secure employment for their staff, building and investing in infrastructure for today and for the future, and ultimately, delivering the racing product daily around the country “In essence, these trainers are fulfilling their charter. For Racing Australia sadly, you, the Board, cannot say the same. “It […]
