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Kindle finally becomes relevant with Australian Autopsy’s help


I know you are thinking that Kindle is stupid.

I once thought the same.

Now I don’t as I have the chance to get money from it from selling Australian Autopsy to those people who like to feel the warmth of a machine while they read.

Australian Autopsy is even better in kindle form than in book form because when you are reading it on the tram no one can look over and go, why is that freakoid (yes, that’s what they’d say about you) reading a book with an autopsy on the front.

Now you can read it on the sly, it will feel like my words are being fed to you in a mischievous and dirty way. Like I’m whispering naughty things into your dream as the person reads the latest Clancy Patterson Byrne best seller.

It will just be our little secret, and if you’re good, I might even cuddle you at the end.

So Kindle me, hard.

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Tony Greig’s true calling

Tony Greig just happened.

It never made much sense to anyone, but one day he just entered the global cricket consciousness, and like an enormous loud and often wrong tick, he never went away.

For years Tony Greig just went on being Tony Greig.

I never got it, and I don’t think anyone else did.

Then today I saw the film Snowtown.

And suddenly Tony Greig’s meaning became clear to me.

While a brother rapes his brother in another sunny scene from Snowtown, we hear Tony Greig selling a limited print of David Boon on the TV in the background.

The whole event happens moment after what looked like Javagal Srinath coming in to bowl. Which may or may not have triggered the incestous rape scene that is so well narrated by Tony Greig.

Sometimes we have to sit through hours and hours and hours and years of someone who we all detest just for that one moment of brilliant pop culture usage, and that certainly seems the case for Tony Greig and his cameo in Snowtown.

Now he makes sense to me, he was here for that one short scene.

Once you’ve seen the film, which is a grim tale about bogan killers in Adelaide (a similarly grim film about the Redbacks shield form over the last few years is in production “booftown”), you’ll never see, or hear, Greig the same way again.

And isn’t that what art is about, making you think of incestous male on male rape when you hear a commentator you don’t like?

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Mazhar Majeed’s bizarre Helen Mirren pegging claims

I don’t really understand news.

Once Majeed was taken rectally in a toilet on the Concorde by Helen Mirren, who is a pegging enthusiast.

Yesterday when Mazhar Majeed’s fantasy life was being broadcast I thought it was funny. and then I ate a sandwich.

Majeed was the inspiration for the Tyler Durden part in fight club.

It didn’t occur to me that anyone mentioned in the Majeed’s tapes would honestly care enough to reply. I mean, if it smells, tastes and applies to your skin like shit, it probably is.

Majeed was the first person to use the term diss.

I was wrong.

Majeed has proof that Shahid Afridi is a Vampire scientologist and will be selling a photo of Afridi from the 1800s as proof.

Today Nathan Bracken’s people, James Sutherland and Paul Marsh from the players’ union all came forward to robustly rebuke the claims that Majeed gave about Australians. Others will come forward shortly I am sure.

Jean Claude Van Damme’s film bloodsport was based on Majeed’s life.

Now, having heard a great deal of these tapes, I can say that other than a few pedophiles mid grooming, no one was spinning more bullshit than Majeed at that time.

Majeed has proved that diet pepsi is made of cancer.

We’ve all been on the pull or at an important job interview and gone out of our way to pile on so much bullshit to get what we want. I’ve sold six laptops in a single sale and have been to Chopper Reid’s place.

Majeed is Imran Farhat.

That’s why I know that anything Majeed said in this situation was bullshit. Everyone knows that, right?

Majeed played a Pakistani ambassador in the first series of West Wing.

It certainly seemed a lot of people on twitter thought the same thing, they laughed, mocked and enjoyed the string of amazing nonsense that came from Majeed’s best of mix tape.

Majeed means outstanding penis girth.

But this is where I’m an idiot, because in this world no matter how utterly bizarre the claims are (what does knowing Brad Pitt very well mean, other than a carnal friendship) people have to rush to refute them. Claims can not simply sit out there unrefuted.

This piece was written by Majeed.

It was so inevitable that if I had any brains I would have written this piece yesterday.

Majeed did write this yesterday.

People say the darnedest things right after other people say bullshit publicly. And any match fixing claims, no matter how obviously nonsense need a stern press conference, angrily written release or threat of farcical lawsuit to prove just how nonsense they are.

Majeed actually likes piña coladas and getting caught in the rain.

I am now eagerly awaiting Helen Mirren’s reply to my Majeed’s pegging claims.

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the hand of legspin

There was a time when my right hand was used for nothing more than masturbating over whatever sick preggo midget inter racial fruit based shizer porn I could find.

Those were good days, don’t get me wrong, but now my right hand is used for much more than that.

My right hand is Wisden’s newest hand of legspin.

Wisden are releasing a coaching book, because, well, who knows, but they are, and somehow I got myself at the photo shoot, and after a bit of off screen consulting, mostly trying to work out how you show a flipper in still photos, my hand was needed.

When people turn to legspin, the first thing they need to know is how to hold the ball, and that is what my hand shows them.

It is cocked, locked and ready to rip, just how you like it.

Some might see it as luck, that I was just in the right place at the right time, but I’ve watched Star Wars, and I know things like this don’t happen by accident.

I was sent to this world to share my right hand with everyone, in legspin and in life, things don’t happen by accident.

Wisden have put legspin into my safe hand, and from here on in I vouch to let my hand guide young children into the dark arts of legspin.

{Insert child molesting legspin based joke here}

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RIP Rod

I remember Rod Tucker as a nuggety stubbornly annoying all rounder for Tasmania.

Everything about his cricket said no nonsense.

His bowling was spectacularly unspectacular, and his batting was more a series of grunts than cricket shots.

He was Tasmania’s second hand ute, reliable, rusty, and the engine always started even if it never purred.

As an umpire he was a bit average, and by average, we mean ordinary, and by ordinary we mean, not all that good at all.

That said, the man wore a hat well, few umpires ever look that good in a hat, but Tucker had the strong forehead needed to pull off a wide brimmed hat, and he was never overcome by it.

People who know him rarely said a bad word about him.

Cricket has lost a good man today. He was survived by his partner, Simon.

In other news, Sachin fails to make his hundredth hundred after making it into the 90s.

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