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Not long to go now and it will be footy time agin. Footy might mean different things to different people but to me it's essentailly Rugby. Mind you I have been enjoying my trips to Bluetongue Stadium to see the Mariners. The victory over Adelaide was fantastic. Just ask my grandkids. Bluetongue is such a wonderful arena that I have to think,every time I go, we should have a top-class Rugby team playing there. Too late it seems. We are a great code for missing the boat. Just think about Sydney's west. Welcome the Giants. Despite our World Cup failure, the series was wonderfu. New Zealand put on a superb Cup despite their terrible tragedies in Christchurch. With the enormous expenses of running such a series it might well be long time before we see another Down Under. The strength of rugby is in the South but the money is in the North. And that includes japan. How long before Asia or North Ameica get the gig?

The French could not quite win the Rugby but they won their second successive Melbourne cup. French horse, French jockey and just one Aussie horse in the first ten. The powers that be cannot understand that betting was ten percent down on the Cup but not on other races over the Cup carnival. Why would you put your hard earned on a horse whose form is a mystery to you and who you had never even heard of until a week or so before the race? They did well to hold as much money as they did. sadly our stayes are now also-rans. if thee is no incentive ti breed them they will fall awayneven further. Do we care? Time will tell.

I am still looking for a publisher willing to trust my latest book which tells the story of two of Sydney's greatest wartime sports' champions. With international and national sport abandoned during the war, boxing and horse racing experienced halcyon times. The darling of the race crowds was Flight, a chunky little filly, sold for a song at the 1941 yearling sales, who went on to become the greatest stake winning mare in the history of Australian racing. Eighty thousand fans came to see her attempt to win the 1943 Doncaster Handicap with nine pounds (four kilograms) over Weight For Age, an impost no filly was asked to carry before nor since. Her battle with the mighty Queenslander Bernborough in the WFA Chipping Norton Stakes in 1946 remains one of the greatest races ever seen at Randwick. The boxing sensation was Vic Patrick who thrilled crowds for almost a decade as he won a reputation as the finest fighter we had seen since Les Darcy, twenty five years earlier. They shared the most essential qualities of all champions, talent and boundless courage. You deserve to read about them. We will keep on trying. there must be a God, even in publishing.

The aim of this site is to flog a few of my books as well as a couple of classic DVDs which put you on tour with the Wallabies in an era which will sadly never come again, as well as to promote my guest speaking appearances. You can also buy a CD of my sporting verse.

While I am probably best known as a rugby man (happy with that) I have a genuine love of most sports, the result of being indoctrinated by trips with my late father to see the great sporting champions of my childhood, Don Bradman, Ray Lindwall, Keith Miller, Clive Churchill, Frankie Stanmore, John Bromwich, John Treloar, Vic Patrick, Ray Revell, Aub Lawson et al. My poems will testify to this.

I’ve been described as a punter, poet, coach and raconteur and that about sums me up. I also enjoyed a wonderful career in the Australian film industry which you will see if you care to read the About Fab page. The industry continues to struggle but dedicated and talented people always manage to keep it going. The film game, like sport, lives on passion.

If you have just found me - stop by occasionally and see what I'm up to and please - tell your friends about this site. I look forward to getting to know you.