Opinion Columns

The Penrith Panthers sit on the doorstep of destiny, just 80 minutes away from entering rugby league folklore as one of the greatest ever teams.

Talk is cheap, and action means everything.

You know you’re getting old when you throw out your first “back in my day” to some younger work colleagues.

I can vividly remember attending the Royal Easter Show as a young kid one year in the early 1990s and despite the lure of the showbags, rides and hot dogs, my grandmother couldn’t get me away from the police display.

Subscription TV provider Foxtel is increasing its prices in July, posing the question: are you still connected to Australia’s most expensive TV service?

Now that emotions have been tempered a little in the wake of last week’s racism drama surrounding South Sydney star Latrell Mitchell at Penrith, can we accept that banning a teenage boy from rugby league games for life would be over the top in the extreme?

When an entertainment icon leaves us these days, it’s more than just the passing of someone who played a part in our upbringing.

Over the years I’ve missed countless birthday dinners, family holidays and even weddings so I could go to the footy and watch my beloved Penrith Panthers.

Life has taken something of a personal, wonderful twist over the last month after my wife Stacey and I welcomed our little girl, Edie, into the world on February 28.

I should start this column by making one thing clear – I’m a big fan of the ABC. It plays a critical role in the Australian media landscape and produces some of the most important journalism in the country, especially during times of crisis.