Alpha Magazine

Scene 1: A dimly lit boardroom somewhere to the west of Sydney. Let’s call it “Penrith”. Several smartly dressed bulky men in ill-fitting suits are sat around a shiny faux-beech table. Through an interior window can be seen the winking lights of pokies, although no-one is playing them. The sight…

As the Bucket writes this (breathlessly), Australia have just started their innings in the third and final fishing contest against Bangladesh, leaving the Territory’s millions of cricket fans and escaped criminals very disappointed. Australia, of course, are missing Symonds, Lee, Hayden and Ponting, choosing instead to field two promising seven-year…

As anyone who’s drunk Old Kentucky with the Bucket down at the Sailor’s Arms knows, it gets to that certain point of the evening where one has a leetle leetle trouble standing on one’s hind legs and staying there without a large bloke in a bad suit “suggesting” it’s time…

Amid the excitement of Rocco Mediate missing out on the Ryder Cup, Dinara Safina’s strong progress in the US Open tennis and England’s washed out one-dayer against South Africa, it’s difficult to know where to start. Perhaps the best place is the NRL judiciary, which sat up half the night…

There are a few things in life that are really not worth the effort: explaining what you’re giggling about at the back of class, telling drunk blokes to “just leave it” and playing Bangladesh at anything. God alone knows what the Bangers have been up to since they were allowed…

The Bucket has heard all the arguments for the salary cap (and a few of Sonny Bill’s arguments against), about how it’s very sensible and fair and no-one goes broke and everyone’s happy most of the time. BUT (and there’s always a big but, as they say down at the…

Unless you’ve been under a rock for a week (and who are we to question your lifestyle?), you’ll have seen the brilliant Alpha TV commercial. If you haven’t, click the YouTube thingy here and enjoy. Then buy the mag – it’s both new AND improved, you know.

As everyone knows, the old days was a better, more peaceful time (global conflict aside) when beer was 80c a pot, folk were respectful of policemen and those who played sport said only (if they were asked anything at all) that they hoped to play well, thanks very much, Sir.…

As the champions in Ramsay St (and possibly Summer Bay) like telling us, if you can’t rely on your family, who can you rely on? Blood’s thicker, and all that. That’s why horrible ratboys, in court on charges of happy slapping the elderly, know their mum will be stood outside…