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.
I grew up adoring the world of Harry Potter. But as a parent, I will not be sending my child to Hogwarts, thank you very much.
Today, Tim Cahill announced his retirement. For all our footballing lives, he was there to bail us out. With him gone, it’s time we all become adults.
‘School refusal’ is a growing psychological issue. Unbeknownst to me, I suffered from it in my high school days, and the effect it had on my life as an adult should not be ignored.
Let’s be honest. The Socceroos failed because we failed them. The entire journey to this point has been beset by negativity and cynicism. Time for a change.
Last night, Barnaby Joyce irked a nation. Again. However, I contend we let him take the money and run, because paying him attention will see him return.
Now that we know the Cavaliers will face the Warriors in the NBA Finals, we know that LeBron’s magic run is about to be halted. Shame.
With the claims against Morgan Freeman and the subsequent internet pushback, I contend that we should not use our warm assumptions to blanket him from blame.