When espionage goes wrong… and other bad days at the office

Imagine for a moment you’re a South African cricket tactician. You’ve gone to the trouble of compiling a dossier on your Kiwi opponents, their batting weaknesses and how to bowl to them. You scribble the name of your most lethal bowler at the top of your handiwork, shove it under his hotel room door and…

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Blue moon, flying pigs: I’m defending Andy Murray

Andy Murray can be a difficult person to warm to. The George Foreman of the tennis court, he lumbers around the baseline in search of the X factor — the Federer finesse, the Rafa swashbuckle, Djokovic’s rubbery contortions, a way back into the top ten. Though slightly less dour in recent years, he’s not in…

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Bring on the Commonwealth Games buffet

When it comes to food, there are times when the call of the buffet, with its all-you-can-eat prawns and multiple choice desserts, is simply too great. For an Australian sports fan, this is the appeal of the Commonwealth Games. Where the Olympics serves up precious morsels of victory, the Commonwealth Games is a veritable smorgasbord…

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A complaint about offensive television broadcasting

The following is an open letter to the Australian Communications and Media Authority: Dear ACMA I wish to complain about the offensive content that lately passes for television programming. I understand from your website, which is a bit of a circus to navigate by the way, that in the first instance I should take up…

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Le Tour: The unthinkable happens

A couple of weeks ago, when Andy Murray became the first Brit in living memory to reach a Wimbledon final, UK writer A.A. Gill pondered the alarming repercussions of the Scot actually winning. “The British have become supremely good at failing to win,” he wrote. “We joke about it. We are comfortable with it. We…

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