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To celebrate today's NRL Grand Final, here are a few of my random rugby league memories from when I was a kid growing up in Sydney.
There's been a lot of talk about sex robots lately. Not sure why. I suppose it's better than talking about Donald Trump.
It will be interesting to see where all this emoji business ends up. I suppose one day we will be reading online newspapers and magazines written in emoji form, though I suggest that will be when we are in our autonomous flying cars eating our food tablets.
If I threw my empty bottle of whatever on the ground, trod on it and walked off, would you think that was odd? If yes, then what's the difference?
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As you know, in a staggeringly ridiculous decision, golf and rugby have been added to the program for the upcoming Olympics in Rio, so why not hide-and-seek in 2020?
I implore airlines to implement a zero-tolerance policy on backdoor belches, with ejector seats activated for passengers who play the trouser tuba, not to mention use corny fart euphemisms.
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He doesn't hassle anyone for money, doesn't randomly yell out expletives or even quote Shakespeare like a character I encountered in the Sydney CBD years ago. He just quietly goes about his business as everyone goes about theirs, pretending he doesn't exist.
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Flying with my wife to spend Christmas with our daughter, I found myself in a rather thoughtful, contemplative mood. Must have been the average cheese sandwich and the turbulence. I love Christmas. S...
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So 'Star Wars: The Force Awakens' will be released in the coming days and the world has lost its collective mind. Except for me.
Before the first Olympic beach cricketers proudly stride out onto the sand, there will need to be a lot of meetings in the hallowed chesterfield-stuffed rooms of Lord's to nut out the details. In an exclusive for HuffPost Australia, a few of the rules of Olympic Beach Cricket have leaked under the door.
Last week we said goodbye to Oscar, who was part of our family for just shy of 15 years. Three quarter Persian, one-quarter ratbag. Named after Wilde, O.