Numbers make for harsh judges. For us kids, cricket’s numbers occupied an honoured place alongside all those other indisputably quantifiable things – like, you know, where a girl rated on…
If the venerable Doctor Johnson was correct with his observation of Englishmen – that their first talk is always of the weather – it’s little wonder they never get beyond…
What is it to be happy? A friend of mine back-ended a car in traffic. A rather dwarfish bloke with a white beard got out and angrily approached. “I’m not…
“Forever Young” by The Youth Group, was starting to do my head in. At first, I was haunted by its wistful melody, and because my boys liked it too, it…
We met Belter Brogan in 2012 when he delivered the Inaugural Wacko Jacko Oration on the State of the Game. A recap: In 20 years of suburban footy, he racked…
Since Belter Brogan retired as a suburban football legend (20 years, 97 games, over 250 weeks of enforced holidays before Acquired Knuckle Injury forced him out of the game) he’s…
We might be a nation of boofheads and bogans, but deep down, we’re really a pretty compassionate lot. We feel the pain of others. However, when it comes to feeling…
“Get your hands off him ya dirty piece a ‘Rat shit”, spits a stout Stawell man. The Aararat player looks up sharply and gives him a savage finger, provoking another…
It begins at the historic Yarrawonga Weir with a blast from a Crimean War blunderbuss, a great puff of screeching sulphur-crested cockatoos, a churn of white water, and intense barracking…
Last Friday, sixteen men from Joe Cursio’s Fightfit gym in South Melbourne, almost all of them white-collar workers, became professional boxers for a day so they could square off against…
The Wakool River is at last in full flow, but signs of the recent drought are defiant. Tired towns. Creeks like collapsed arteries. Weeds that only thrive in thirsty river…