Getting the uniform right can improve the awesomeness of any team. A decade of Australian dominance was built on over-sized florescent green and gold parachute tracksuits.
Author: Rees Quilford
The international weirdo convention that is the 2013 Underwater Hockey World Championships is about to kick off. Hundreds of like-minded people from around the world will converge on the little town of Egar in Hungary to scuffle about on the bottom of a pools.
The boulangerie and patisserie on Nicholson Street is five minutes walk from our apartment at the leafy end of Rathdowne. The bike path that was once a train line isn’t far. A hip new café up there has good coffee and food but it’s busy. I prefer to walk the laneway.
A little comic depicting the everyday problems for your typical Underwater Hockey player.
The ultimate test of stamina and rat cunning, house hunting pits you against hordes of affluent working professionals, career renters, young families and well-financed international students. A few simple rules will give you the edge you need.
Maybe I if swapped my taste for cheap burnt coffee for tribal ink, highly sculpted facial hair and body piercings, I’d finally discover that ‘track suit pants are not welcome here’ attitude that everybody seems so keen on.
The heat makes everything so confusing. Yesterday, the Australian Bureau of Meteorology extended its palette range to include purple to deal with Australia’s current heatwave. I really can’t understand how the addition of a single colour on some weather chart can cause such hysteria.
I have always wanted to go to the Adelaide Test. People rave about long hot days spent drinking in the sun on the ground’s famous hill. Now that I live less than a kilometre from the ground, I have no excuses.
I write this from the smug afterglow of having seen my first tweet displayed on Q&A. My increasing infatuation with Twitter has led me to see the ABC’s current affairs panel discussion as Australia’s social media mecca.
A decent whinge has always been an effective method to get your own way but some recent issues I had with a pair of Dunlop Volley’s shows that social media takes the reach and results of a whinge to a whole other level.