There are only two times when Australians drop the pretence and openly hope Goliath will crush David.
The first is the Commonwealth Games, where we treat beating the likes of Papua New Guinea and the Isle of Man as akin to winning the America’s Cup.
The second allowable moment is right now, in that strange time between football and cricket seasons when the general public pretends to like horse racing. Continue reading
Dear James, Mitchell, Liesel etc
This is an incredibly hard letter to write but the time has come to end our relationship.
While the phrase “it’s not you, it’s me” is a cliché it is unfortunately the truth in our situtation.
Do not take this as a slight on your actions but during the past 10 days some awkward truths have come to light. Continue reading