
Your humble narrator – and the Housewives on Fire – have made today’s Age newspaper.
Mardi Gras, bitches!

Your humble narrator – and the Housewives on Fire – have made today’s Age newspaper.
Mardi Gras, bitches!

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Wally and Johnny were standing in the alley when Pat got back. Wally was dressed in full lycra; white, orange and lime. A racing bike with a matching colour scheme leaned against the brickwork beside him.
“You look like a fucking radioactive boiled egg,” said Pat.
“Gee, Pat, tell us what you really think. Don’t hold back now.” Continue reading

Some things are stories; others are facts. The fact is Peter Graham is now the WBF world heavyweight boxing champion. He is the first Australian in history to hold a heavyweight boxing title.

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“What happened to your knee?” asked Rush.
“I fell out of a helicopter.”
“Really?” Continue reading
When did you retire? What made you decide it was time?
I believe that passion is the main ingredient of being successful. I lost my passion after some heavy injuries and disappointment in decisions by management. Continue reading

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“So you stayed in hospital until you recovered, and literally walked out the doors and got on a plane to Australia?” Continue reading

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“Do you want to come in the ambulance with your partner?”
“Fuck no! He’s not my partner. He’s my housemate.” Continue reading
I have come late to the Lingerie Football League. Like most things of this nature, it appeared on my Facebook feed courtesy of my good friend and arbiter of all things that ride the cutting edge of bad taste, Matt Samartzis. Continue reading
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“Patrick. Good afternoon.” Pat’s psychiatrist stood in the doorway wearing a white shirt, a black skirt and black, patent-leather pumps. The doorknob she rested her hand on was the same colour as the gold bracelet on her wrist. “Would you like to come through?” Continue reading

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“The things you’re talking about, your weight and your body hair, they’re superficial things,” said Dr Helen.
“You sound like somebody’s mum,” said Pat. “Maybe they don’t ‘really’ matter,” He supplied quotation marks with his fore-and index fingers, “But they’d sure as hell matter to a tight, blonde, fat-chested English backpacker-come-barmaid like that.” Continue reading