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Issue No. 134 | 03 May 2002 |
The Hijacking of May Day
Interview: Youth Group History: Back To The Future Industrial: On the Street Unions: The New Deal Legal: The Police State Road Women: What Women Want Politics: Street Party International: The Costs of War Review: Songs of Solidarity Satire: Bono Satisfies World Hunger for Preachy Rockstars Poetry: Woomera
Yarra Seamen Take Border Stand Kinkos Copies Anti-Union Script Nike Told to Shoosh on Sweatshops Rapper Wins Wobbly Anthem Prize Unions Target Labour Hire Bidding War Rally Targets Tight-Arse Costello Councils To Be Audited On Language Allowance Scope For Payback In Privacy Limitations Heavyweight Push For Medibank Private To Stay Public East Timor MPs Question Timor Gap Plan Artists' Union Bans Voice For Peace
The Soapbox The Locker Room Bosswatch Week in Review Tool Shed
M1 Open Letter Julian Online May Day Debacle Mothers Day Musings Greetings From Canada
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The Locker Room Impractical Punting
Kerry Packer is fond of a punt. He loves gambling on things like horses, cards, people's lives and his son's fascination with large breasted models. (One can only assume that Mrs. Packer weaned young Jim too early.) In fact the Goanna is so fond of a punt that he has his own personal direct line and operator at the NSW TAB. The man who would casually drop enough dosh to feed, clothe and house a suburb for some time is an impatient man, and not one to be trifled with. He is not to be kept waiting. The hotline is there so he doesn't have to wait. Imagine if he had to call Centrelink! It would reduce the man to a shivering wreck, as it has done with countless others. This Column has it's own personal TAB operator, but his name is Don and he works at the Blue Mountain Hotel in Lawson. Either way it all works out to the same scenario if your horse runs fourth, like my tips invariably do. Most Saturdays have the qualities of the classic mug punting experience. By race eight I am usually wishing I had Robbie Waterhouse's mobile so I could get on even money favourites at a hundred to one. But not being a mate, and not residing in Fiji for health reasons, I don't stand a chance. The NSW racing industry took a dim view of mates rates in the punting caper, giving Tommy Smith's son in law the boot for reasons that are perfectly clear to themselves. That's the sort of mean spirited actions that infest these conservative times; a bloke tries to help out a mate and he gets canned for it. It's as unAustralian as Piers Akkerman. The Wayne Carey soap opera rolls on, with the latest development seeing him written out of history, or at least a kid's novel. The publishers said he was no longer a positive role model for Australia's kids. I'm scratching my head to think when he ever was. Now he's going to be a positive role model for the North Wagga Saints. Local footy needs some positive role models. There are more spectators, players, St John's Ambulance people and screaming parents involved with junior and suburban footy, in any given code, stumping up and down the sidelines than you will see passing through the turnstiles at any of the so-called elite levels of these sports on any given weekend. What sort of coverage does this lifeblood of the community receive from the media? About as much as I get a return on the nags three-fifths of stuff all. Then we read anguished hand-wringing articles in the broadsheets about the dearth of community in these troubled conservative times. Well, Einstein, if you keep sending signals that something is unimportant and of little consequence then it shouldn't come as a surprise when people start to believe that this is the case. Community footy deserves a better run from the media especially from cable TV which has shows about the elite players hairstyles for chrissakes, but zip about the foundations upon which it is all based. That is unless Wayne Carey or someone from Big Brother gets involved. It's embarrassing. The mild autumn weather has been a godsend for the various winter codes, and those shamelessly exploited volunteers that are up at sparrow fart on the weekend to keep the whole shebang going at the community level. Pretty soon winter will turn up with its mates and it'll be all beanies, scarves and mud runners...and most of life will still be six to five against. Phil Doyle remonstrating with the goal Umpire
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