Hillary Clinton turned on the water works yesterday and low and behold the next day she gets what she wants, the Democratic nomination for New Hampshire. Maybe it was always going to go her way anyway but I find it hard to believe these tears weren’t part of a planned show of emotion…. or maybe I am cynical?

Reports across all of India’s newspapers reveal descriptions of victory and jubilation stating that “they have won” and “have made” Australia back down. Proving that if you don’t like the umpire’s decision all you have to do is cry, make threats and you will get what you want.

It seems we are surrounded by people having a big bloody cry about something. From Britney Spears not wanting to hand back Kevin Federline’s meal ticket to Leyton Hewitt wanting Chris Guccione to serve it slower so he can make sure the lines-people can see whether it is in or not…… or is that Bec wanting to make sure its in?

Its giving me the annoyances, I remember once as a young fella (6 or 7 years old) playing footy and a kid on the other team for no reason was calling me a big fat useless piece of etc….. I played the rest of the half confused wondering if I had stood on his sore toe or something. I then remember walking to the sideline and asked my old man why this kid was saying this sort of stuff. He said, “Is there something wrong with your bottom lip mate? It doesn’t matter what he said. If you get a chance to tackle him make sure you do it real hard but as soon as the game is over and its time to shake hands you look him straight in the eye and tell him well played” I thought he was just plain wrong at the time and some one should tell that kid to shut up, but now I look back I guess it was just his way of saying what happens on the field stays on the field.

For the record that kid stepped past me twice the next half and scored both times. Maybe I should have tried to burn his effigy at half time instead?