Featured Stories of the Week

It's Just a Flesh Wound.

Last year, while doing rural flood damage inspections, I met one of the most Australian men in existence. His name was Rob and he was a farmer. Rob had finished work for the day and was relaxing on his deck in the afternoon sun. As we walked to his truck I asked him if he wanted to put on his boots.

Andy Thompson
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Don't Make Me Race You!

Any man who says he isn't competitive is lying and I'll wrestle him to prove the point. I've started cycling to work. There's no better evidence for this competitive streak than being in a group of men on bikes. It’s amazing how quickly a commute can turn into a vicious stage of the Tour de France.

Andy Thompson
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The Tale of the Black Cab and Princess Diana

Many years ago, let's say 14, I visited Paris, France. Besides seeing the regular sights like the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and scantily clad Frenchmen in berets, we saw many other things.

Being foreigners, our main form of transportation was taxis.

Chris Begg
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