I remember before one of the big fights a television interview with Joe Frazier.

A television crew must have went and knocked on the door of his house asking for an interview.

The Trump administration's ban on the vuvuzela at the 2026 World Cup is an international disgrace!

If you truly never refuse a submission, how do you deal with pieces that openly advocate illegal acts, extremist ideologies, or hate speech?

Is there an unseen editorial filter that decides what “fair dinkum” really means, or do you publish absolutely everything, no matter the societal impact?

After being charged with drug trafficking, Diego Maradona’s family organised an intervention after which the star soccer player entered rehab. Not one for self‑reflection, Diego secretly checked himself out of rehab because, as he said, he was sick of talking about his childhood. So, in 1992, as an overweight 32‑year‑old, he decided that he would play football again.

Fuckier, cuntier, arseier

The Official Motto of the Olympic Games. Ever since Zeus fired the starter's gun and Amun-Ra run up Mt Olympus to ravish Mother Mary, we have been obsessed by them. So here are some facts about the Olympics I am sure you never heard of...

In a fit of distemper caused by no sleep in 36 hours, too much sobriety and too much black coffee - not to mention being bludgeoned into enfuriated misery by another example of the mainstream media reducing news reporting to either an inane soundbite or an uproar of idiocy - XN reporter Max Gross observes a shared condition between Richie Benaud and W.H. Auden (Yes, you read that right).

The death of former cricket player and talking head Richie Benaud at the far too young age of 84 has prompted Australia's pestilential, sub-cutaneous eruption Prime Minister Lord Muck to offer Benaud's family a state funeral.

WTF?

Even drug-and-alcohol-addled Xenox News afficionados are alert to the glaring fact that only Mr Benaud has shuffled off this mortal coil, not his entire grieving famiglia.

No surprise they knocked back Tony One-note back in preference for a quiet, private ritual of the passing of a loved one. The twat would have hogged a photo op, winked and remarked "shit happens!"