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This article first appeared in the Brisbane Courier Mail
SINCE when do adverts have better morals than real living, breathing people?
Those bright little assaults on our senses that claim they’re no louder than the show we’re watching, but clearly are louder.
This article first appeared in the Herald Sun on Tuesday, April 18
Is there anything less like actual surfing, than surfing the internet?
Messing around on the internet is nothing like paddling hard, then the euphoria of carving along a completely natural wall of water.
If you don’t believe me, compare any competitor at the recent Rip Curl Pro, which happened at the real Bells Beach not the ‘Point Break’ one, to anyone who surfs the internet for a living. It’s like comparing granite to sludge, or a current AFL player, to a retired AFL player.
But if we continue to call scrolling through online nonsense for countless wasted hours ‘surfing’, then what can’t be called surfing?
This article first appeared in the Brisbane Courier Mail
LAST week, my flight was delayed because of air traffic, which I’ve never understood. One of the reasons I fly is to avoid traffic and there seems to be more space in the sky than on the ground.
Rushing to the departure gate for my connection, I arrived 10 minutes before departure and saw the plane was still connected to the airbridge.
Blocking my path were two flight attendants, a female buried under several inches of make-up, and a collection of gel and teeth which I think was male. They smugly informed me the flight was closed.
Daniel Wells starring for Collingwood in the VFL – with each kick worth at least $50k.
This article first appeared on The Roar
Hey Collingwood supporters, most other football supporters, and anyone who reads from the rear of the newspaper.
You have to back off me and the rest of Daniel, Danny, Dan the big money making man. Or as I know him, Norm, because if you remember the old TV ads, ‘Life Be in It’.
Norm, he does train hard. Enough. You tell me another high school educated 32 year-old on $600,000 a year, for three years, who wears a tracksuit to work and didn’t invent some social media app that I’ll never understand or use, because I’m his calf muscle. The injured one.
You may wonder why I’m speaking out, but, you know, why not? It’s not like I’ve got much on, apart from training every Tuesday at 1pm for half an hour.
This article first appeared in the Adelaide Advertiser
ARE you worried about terrorism? About the possibility that it might happen to you? Or someone you love? You shouldn’t be.
It’s as unlikely as winning the lottery. Depending on what lottery you’re playing of course, and whether or not you bought a ticket.
This article first appeared in the Herald Sun
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, call it what you like but it ain’t social
Almost everything online seems to be named badly. What’s more anti-social than social media? You do it alone, or if you’re surrounded by others, you ignore them. And it broadcasts to the online world what a great time you’re having with the very people you’re ignoring.
