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The Holy Trinity

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…

Verbal Remedies

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…

Catching Happiness

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…

Death-defying!

“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…

Modern maniacs

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…

Bushwhacked

“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…

Going with the flow

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…

In The Creek with The Croc

ARTICLES, Sport
Getting to know Brad Beven is going to be easy. He’s a friendly bloke – and it’s not as though he could avoid anyone if he wasn’t. After arriving in…

Professional pugs

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…

Wakool water

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…