1. Man falls through ceiling, onto dance floor. I wonder if "It's raining men" was playing. I used to live in Gippsland; this doesn't surprise me in the least.
2. Amrozi looked "pale and afraid" as he faced a firing squad. Martyrdom: not so hot when push comes to shove.
3. A 1960s tape recorder the size of a household fridge could be the key to unlocking valuable information from NASA's Apollo missions to the moon. The obsolescence of data recording media should be of grave concern to scientists. Modern computers are good at correlating and crunching said data, but it must get fed into them first. I wonder what else is lying around fallow.
4. Greek Orthodox and Armenian worshippers have traded blows in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, where Christian denominations jealously protect their hold over areas of the traditional site of Jesus' crucifixion. Somehow I'm not quite sure that this is what Christ meant when He said "I bring not peace, but a sword."
5. And in May the bodies of about 400 Australian and British servicemen were found in a mass grave on the outskirts of the French town Fromelles. Governor-General Quentin Bryce was in Fromelles yesterday, where she laid flowers in honour of those fallen soldiers who were killed in battle in 1916. The bodies will be buried in a new cemetery in the town next year. Just another fucking ghoul, wallowing in failure. Why not commemorate the dead on the battlefield at Hamel, or Amiens, or any of the other completely successful operations that filled the hundred days of continuous victories between 8 August 1918 and the end of the war? The sooner we as a nation stop mentally masturbating over failures like Fromelles or Gallipoli, the sooner we'll get the imperialist chip off our shoulder; and then we can put this stupid talk about an Australian republic in the ground to rot.