SADDAM'S RUBBLE AND STRIFE
The world's best tabloid presents compelling evidence to suggest the ugly stick is not whacked only in the BBC's war news room.
UNCLE SAYS THEY MUST HAVE DROPPED TO THE DAM
Beautiful Indian summer day here in tranquil Geelong. I've got the day off and both offspring are on leave, Erin from her job in the high country and Tim from St Joseph's academy for red-haired footballers (Think Stoneham, McGrath, Ling, Bruns, it's red knob heaven). So with my earnings from a thoughtful little wager last evening -- a 42-1 long shot steered by Bruce Clark in the last at Mildura -- I took them to lunch. We dined at the Wharf Shed, a delightful little chaff trough which in an earlier life was a port cargo depot. Most pleasant and the occasion presented the opportunity for a photo of me darlings.
GONE FOR ALL MONEY
Trust the world's best tabloid to go in boots and all against treacherous scumbag George Galloway.
SAY IT AIN'T SO, MO
I want to believe LEONARD PITTS like a 9-year-old kid wants to keep believing in Santa.
You were not simply a liar, Mohammed. You were to the art of deception what Jordan was to basketball, what Hawking is to science, what Springer is to trash television -- a talent of such boldness, originality and vision that nobody else compares.
And I'm supposed to believe you'd be such a barbarian as to deprive the world of that gift? By taking your own life, yet? No way. Committing suicide would suggest you felt a certain shame. And the capacity for shame is, to say the least, inconsistent with my image of you.