It’s a job hundreds of women apply for each year, the privilege of kissing a sweaty, pungent cyclist still dripping through his lycra after a long day in the saddle. Other perks include 12-hour days in all weather conditions, two-star accommodation with shared bathrooms and smiling at sponsors till your face aches. You’re not allowed…
Beam us up, Scotty
Over the past two months, Adam Scott has had four chances to become the world’s top golfer. And with the holy grail in sight, he has played some of his most ordinary golf. At the WGC Cadillac Championship in Miami, he tied for 25th place with Tiger Woods who, barely able to swing a golf…
Eurovision: It’s not over till the bearded lady sings
As Austria’s Conchita Wurst belted out her Eurovision power ballad Rise Like A Phoenix, the Twittersphere lit up with calls for the song to feature in the next Bond movie. And why not? It has all the required elements. Rousing lyrics, a soaring melody, dramatic instrumentation. But let’s not stop there. Why not make Conchita…
Fighting racism with dignity and bananas
On Monday, I had breakfast with Adam Goodes. Me and a couple of hundred other people he mostly doesn’t know. Listening to him in conversation with Adam Spencer, I was glad I hadn’t chosen a career in Aussie Rules, or any professional sport, with all the training and the injuries and the diet and the…
A statement from the International Boxing Federation
It has been brought to our attention that an unauthorised heavyweight boxing match was held in the streets of Bondi on Sunday afternoon. We wish to make it clear that this was not a fixture sanctioned by the International Boxing Federation or any other reputable boxing association. The participants, James Packer Punch and David Caveman…
Not so fast, Amal
My brother broke the news to me when I mentioned a particular space movie, outside my usual genre of choice. “You’ve heard the latest?” he asked. “No,” I said, ignorant of the bombshell that was coming. “He’s engaged.” And cue detonation. Until last weekend, there were three certainties in life: death, taxes and George Clooney…
Sport and the war zone
In our enthusiasm, we often liken sport to war. Teams go into battle, they conquer the enemy or are put to the sword, they are gladiators and heroes and to the victors go the spoils. From the stands or their couches, fans scream “Kill him” and “Take him down”. They, we — OK, I —…
One sport we should abort
There wouldn’t be many of us who got through the Easter weekend without overdoing it on the chocolate. Then there’s Matt Stonie. He ate 100 Peeps. In 130 seconds. OK, so reading that, I worried it was going to be a story about an insatiable cannibal, not knowing that Peeps are in fact marshmallow chickens…
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