Twenty-two men from Manus Island become the first refugees from Australia’s offshore detention centre to leave PNG for the US…
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Manus Island: First refugees leave PNG for US under swap deal
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Motorists watched on as man clung to a windscreen wiper on the back of a moving Perth train
A man who train-surfed while clinging to a windscreen wiper on the rear carriage would have almost certainly been killed had he fallen.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Live stream: Schapelle Corby leaves Bali villa for the last time ahead of deportation
Schapelle Corby has left her Bali villa for the last time amid a media frenzy as she prepares to return home to Australia.
Local police have pushed crowds away as the Australian was whisked away from the Kuta property to the Parole Office in Denpasar.
Watch Schapelle Corby leave Bali live in the player LINK BELOW.
Corby and her sister Mercedes will be leaving Bali on a Virgin flight to Brisbane late today.
Indonesian justice officials today confirmed Corby has been cleared for deportation with her sentence for drug smuggling completed today.
LIVE STREAM HERE: Live stream: Schapelle Corby leaves Bali villa for the last time ahead of deportation – 9news.com.au
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
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Monday, April 10, 2017
A perfectionist with a steady hand: Jonathan Green remembers John Clarke
A perfectionist with a steady hand: Jonathan Green remembers John Clarke
It was Di Gribble who introduced me to John Clarke. They’re both dead now, leaving that same sense of unfillable loss, of something just gone from life.
John was a man of many conversations and we shared more than a few. In corridors, on phones, in studios.
It always amazed me, early in the piece, that he made time, someone so accomplished, so well-known and adept. But it dawned on me eventually that having a chat was one of the things John liked most, perhaps second only to working.
There would have been other private priorities above these I know — to his family and closer friends — but ours was a particular conversation, full of ideas, wit and a constant fascination with literary and performance form. It had the intimacy of mutual fascination, but not a true closeness.
I used to joke, often to Gribble, about “the long no that is John Clarke”. John was careful, you see. In this time of fame pursued for its own sake, of every passing minute filled with a minute’s worth of senseless fluff, John was a steadying and sober hand.
He was careful of his reputation, and protective of his craft. He would never let a word of his venture out alone until he was utterly confident that it was polished to a certain, quiet, poised perfection.
He loved the boundaries of things, the way recognisable written and visual forms could be teased towards comedy. His satire was steeped in this, the way things are written and done…