With the NSW election upon us, I believe we’re choosing between two parties – one that has a proven track record in keeping their promises, and one that doesn’t.
Sonic The Hedgehog was the idol of my formative years. But, as it turns out, he’s just a very common criminal. Tsk tsk tsk.
This morning, we lost the frontman of the Prodigy and the hottest man in 90210. However, with celebrity death comes our social media farewells. Disappointingly, we’re discussing the wrong issue.
According to one American college, playing board games with your partner releases something called a ‘love hormone’. Sounds legit, but stay away from Old Kent Road, darling.
Last night, Aziz Ansari took to the stage to discuss the sexual allegations aimed at him. While he promised that he has changed, he also proved that he hasn’t.
Those who openly love robots are called ‘digisexuals’, but it is their rise that is interesting as it was predictable. Also, questionable.
This morning, Bill Shorten announced a raft of policy that alludes to his version of Australia. Scratch back the surface, however, and it doesn’t seem like change.
Yesterday, the ‘Summer of Cricket’ kicked off. However, like most Australians, I completely forgot about it. Due to the actions of a knowing few, I believe we’ve all lost something precious.
During a YouTube binge, I discovered something. Al from Home Improvement is the man I should have been. I should have taken his lessons on board, instead of laughing at him.
Yesterday, Bunnings decided to slightly change the sausage sandwich. The internet lost it. I think it’s time we talk about that place Australia, and why we’d defend it to the death.
Journalists and trolls alike have struggled to define Scott Morrison’s leadership. I think I might have a clue, as I believe that he’s a friend first, boss second and entertainer third.
Last night, QandA donated their weekly discussion to all things Shakespeare. But with 96% of the audience agreeing with the panel, I’m wondering what was really debated.
This morning, Leicester City lost their owner, Vichai Srivaddhanaprabha. As a long-suffering fan of the club, what he instilled in us will live forever.
With Australia set to uniformly decide who will represent us at the Eurovision song contest, I feel there’s only one man for the job. So, what about he?
We’re all subject to an odd phenomenon in life, where one name is somehow home to an endless cycle of douchebags. My name is Josh.
Last night, I attended the Opera House demonstration. Strangely, it enabled something rarely felt in Sydney: rampant waves of collective optimism.
Very shortly, I will be a father. The only problem is, I don’t think I’m up to it. My partner has made the jump, but I’m unsure how.
The darkest neon corners of your suburb might soon be populated by AI controlled robo-strippers. Why? Because progress, that’s why.
Despite today being R U OK? Day, for me, it’s Thursday. I don’t feel ok, but that’s perfectly fine.
The leadership spill culture in this country has spooled out of control. The fact that Dutton may challenge again is irrelevant, as again we’re left without a say.
Yesterday, I ran the City2Surf. For a city in love with itself (that hates itself), it’s the premier event to seek validation through very personal pain. Did I mention I ran the City2Surf?
With Alex Jones run out of town and Blair Cottrell kicked off Sky News, it seems a golden week. However, just as it went with 18C, no meaningful battle has been won.