You can’t make this stuff up.
Pakistani cricketer-turned-politician Imran Khan has made a haggard-looking appearance in a video issued from hiding, calling for protests against President Pervez Musharraf’s state of emergency.
Mr Khan, who led Pakistan to victory in the 1992 cricket World Cup, went underground on Sunday, a day after police placed him under house arrest at his home in the eastern city of Lahore.
This isn’t the guerrilla message. I can’t actually find it, but I sincerely hope that Khan used the words “like a tiger” in his communiqué from-the-underground.
If not for the people of Pakistan, then for us Late Show fans.
Tungsten Strike for a place, ten bucks.
I watched this morning the maddest minds of my generation, stumbling hysterical near-naked, but for sandals, board shorts and filthy En-ger-land t-shirts, at 8.15am, drunk and boisterous, chanting ‘barmy armee’! down George Street.
It was a fascinating sight, and only I had the least interest in that most perverse and unsatisfying of sports, cricket. The Indian and Pakistani supporters, at least, have the advantage of mixing a bit of radical nationalism, historical enmity and sectarian hatred with their cricket, and until today I’ve never quite understood what the British and Australian supporters get out of it. I mean, what’s the point of interrupting a perfectly good alcoholic binge with innings? Now I know.
It’s the shorts, stupid.
I swear, I shall bow down before any Korean high school student who ever comes here to stoush. You shall own all discussions, Korean youngsters, and I shall concede any point of disagreement. You’re quite right, of course, whatever was the matter of dispute.
Would you like lunch? A beer? Your bicycle washed? More RAM for your no-doubt already oh-so-very-leet computer? Credit for whatever bizarre role-playing game fills your evening hours between frenetic ego-destroying study sessions? Just say the word.
A group of 28 middle school students turned an online chat into a gang brawl after an escalating war of words online.
In another incident, the fight was recorded with images and videos posted online.
…Hyon-P, a compound word derived from “hyonsil” (reality) and an online game term “Player Kill’s P,” is spreading among people more involved in their online lives than their real ones.
The 28 students are not the only ones who experienced Hyon-P. Two teenagers scuffled on Kangnam Boulevard, one of the most crowded areas in Seoul, last September after they got into a row on a Web site known for its members’ activeness. Their punches were recorded and uploaded on numerous Web sites, and the footage became one of the most searched-for video clips on portal Web sites.
Here is an artist’s impression of the event.
Ben Kennedy is finding out the hard way that you should make sure you pay your union dues!
Retiring Manly backrower Ben Kennedy has reportedly been stripped of the prestigious Rugby League Professionals Association player-of-the-year award because he did not pay his union fees.
Being current with your union fees is important for a number of reasons. Firstly, you never know when you might need your union rep! Secondly, a union helps not just you but your workmates. This can make work a community rather than a dod-eat-dog environment.
Have a look at some things the RLPA gained in the latest collective bargaining agreement
- A $4m salary cap in 2007 – up from $3.366million;
- Minimum wages of $55,000 (1-17) and $50,000 (18-25) – up from $37,500;
- Origin payments increasing to $12,500 per game;
- Increases in Third Party Sponsorship Agreements to $150,000;
- Reduction in qualifying period for veteran players from 10 to 8 years;
Luckily it could all be an oversight that may be forgiven with a quick cheque with his outstanding dues to the Union:
I was under the impression I had paid my fees.
I’ve always been a big supporter of the RLPA and have always paid my fees.
Sure, Lebanon’s being invaded, Israel’s being bombarded, oil is running out and generally the world’s going to hell in an enormous fibreglass-and-steel stroller (one of those ones that take up the whole aisle and run over your toes on the bus). I’m still capable of working up outrage over totally wrong use of English and inability to count. As heard on triple J’s news this morning:
Floyd Landis has become the eighth American in a row to win the Tour de France.
[Sound of a choked scream]