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My dad was the funniest bloke I knew. I dedicated my book “Slippery” to him, for “teaching me to think clearly and laugh loudly”. And...

Always late to discover anything great and worth writing about, it’s only this week that I’ve lucked upon Leonard Cohen’s fifteenth and...

I can paddle out in a roaring southerly, a bitter cold symphony of salt, seaweed and turbulence, all while remaining snug us a bug in a rug.

It’s not a lie to bend the truth if it means giving someone a little boost when they need it most.

The day I realised I wasn’t a weak little freckly chubber, condemned to a life of putting up with being bullied, spat on and laughed at.

It feels like someone has stabbed me right in my willy. The pain goes up through my eyeballs but it’s coming straight from my donger!

Jesus said hey, let’s throw a big party. Peter said oh no, that’s not very smarty. We must social distance, stay safe J Dog.

The barber stumbles about the shop, swinging the razor blade through the air as if he were composing for the Sydney Symphony Orchestra.

Surfers don’t walk to the water’s edge, they run, through the dunes like five year olds, barefoot grown men, lives defined by the ocean.

Did you know Slippery is banned in China while selling bats in meat markets is fine? In these wild times, the world needs Shanghai Slippery.

HOOROO Goodbye, farewell, see ya later. LOVE Makes the world go around. HOOROO LOVE (c) Liam Carroll “G’day Berty” Jack called out as he...

Heather was stressed to the eyeballs, as usual. ‘What do I have to do to get these fools away from their beloved, bloody screens?’ These...

One day, not so long ago, somewhere between three and four decades, but who’s counting, I had the misfortune of accidentally sending the...

It's that special time of year - Scorpio Season. And I thought the best star sign ever deserved a fable, our own Scorpio fairytale,...