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Hells Angels’ RAW deal

August 10th, 2019 / / categories: 苏州美甲学校 /

The Hells Angels outsourced the shooting and bashing of rival gang members to a feeder group calling itself RAW, bikie sources have said.

Last Saturday, a Rebels bikie associate was shot and three other men were seriously hurt when a group of balaclava-clad men armed with bats and a gun stormed their gang’s clubhouse in Huskisson on the south coast.

Bikie sources have told The Sun-Herald the attacking group is known locally as Red And White, or RAW, and has links to the Hells Angels, who rely on the men to disrupt the Rebels’ illegal activities.

”They are a gang of about 30 blokes and the Hells Angels use them because if they tried to push in there themselves there would be a serious blue on,” a source said. ”They don’t ride bikes or are that organised but do the Hells Angels’ dirty work in the area.”

Shoalhaven police confirmed the existence of the RAW group but said the NSW State Crime Command’s Gangs Squad had taken over the investigation into the shooting.

The Gangs Squad Superintendent, Arthur Katsogiannis, declined to comment on theories behind the latest bikie attack.

”We are concerned there could be retribution for this incident and we are appealing to anyone who may have information to assist police,” he said.

Superintendent Katsogiannis said police investigations ”had hit a brick wall” because of Rebels gang members refusing to talk to them.

”It is difficult to investigate when people don’t co-operate with police,” he said.

While details remain sketchy, police confirmed a 27-year-old was shot in the leg, a 39-year-old was left with serious head injuries, fractured ribs and a fractured hand, and a 37-year-old sustained severe head injuries. The men went to Shoalhaven Hospital on Saturday night with a fourth man arriving later with head and back injuries.

On Tuesday, a Seven Hills tattoo parlour, Confederate Ink, which has links to the Rebels, was set on fire.

Police sources said there was no connection between the two attacks.

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Melbourne slip into top gear

August 10th, 2019 / / categories: 苏州美甲学校 /

MELBOURNE last night returned to their relentless best against a South Sydney side that was simply outclassed. Craig Bellamy’s men ran in four tries to one and handed their well-fancied rivals a 24-6 beating in a performance that will have them pushing for favouritism for the title given they now have a two-week rest and a home preliminary final.

Souths, making their first finals appearance since 2007, were only in this game for as long as it took the Storm to open the scoring – and that was early in the first half, after they had weathered an early offensive from the visitors.

After that it was one-way traffic, and Souths did not even get on the scoreboard until Eddy Pettybourne spared the Sydneysiders’ blushes with a try seven minutes from time. Ryan Hoffman’s toughness epitomised the Storm’s desperation when he recovered from an early knock-out to put his side in front in the seventh minute. The Storm stretched the advantage to eight points in the 13th minute when Cameron Smith kicked a penalty goal. Greg Inglis, for so long a favourite of the fans in purple, is now the poster boy for the Rabbitohs, but there was little in the way of threat from the superstar in the opening period. In fact, one of his best moments came when he intervened to deny Mahe Fonua a first NRL try as the Storm piled on the pressure.

It paid dividends for the home side in the 23rd minute when Billy Slater went over and, after a delay for the video referee, the all clear was given for another try. Smith’s kick stretched the lead to 14 points but worse was to come for the Rabbitohs in the shadows of half-time.

Fonua, the first player to have come through the Victorian junior development system and progress to first grade, got his first NRL try in his first final after being set up by some good approach work by Storm’s English five-eighth Gareth Widdop. The move happened because of a mistake by South’s winger Nathan Merritt, who knocked on the ball to give the Storm possession in a dangerous position, but it would be unfair to single out that error as numerous teammates made other blunders at critical points of the opening half.

The improbable became the impossible for the Rabbitohs soon after the interval when the Storm’s pace and movement opened them up again, Widdop once more feeding the winger, this time Sisa Waqa, in space on the right. Smith’s conversion made it 24-0 and Storm could afford to take a breather and look ahead to the preliminary final.

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Bowen weaves his magic spell

August 10th, 2019 / / categories: 苏州美甲学校 /

MATT BOWEN taught us you can grow knee cartilage in a petri dish. On last night’s evidence in the first elimination final against rivals Brisbane, you can grow premierships in them too.


Playing the 250th game of an NRL career that seemed to be over more than once, Bowen was nothing short of dazzling as North Queensland ended Brisbane’s season and the decorated career of prop Petero Civoniceva. The 30-year-old fullback scored the Cowboys’ first try, kicked for their third and beat two defenders cold to set up their fourth before finishing with a field goal in a 33-16 win before 21,307 fans, setting up a qualifying final appointment with defending premiers Manly at Allianz Stadium on Friday.

The stands were full of members of the Bowen family. ”Every second week, Mum and Dad come down,” he said. ”This time there was a truckload. I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping tonight. We’ll be all dogging up on the floor somewhere.”

Not even the great Johnathan Thurston could outshine his foil in a commanding, entertaining performance which featured a hat-trick to halfback Michael Morgan. It was 18-0 at half-time and 26-6 with 16 minutes left before the Broncos made it somewhat more interesting with consecutive touchdowns to captain Sam Thaiday and winger Dale Copley.

Winger Ashley Graham looked like being tackled over the right touchline – before an amazing piece of play. Graham lobbed an infield pass with his entire body out of bounds and airborne, Bowen on the spot to flash over. Brisbane had two scoring chances over the next six minutes – and missed out on both.

First centre Jack Reed skilfully fielded five-eighth Corey Norman’s bomb in intense traffic but what would have been the final pass before a Broncos touchdown was intercepted by Bowen. Before long, the Cowboys extended their lead. Thurston’s bomb was dropped by Broncos fullback Josh Hoffman and Morgan capitalised to scoop up the error and score. Thurston made no mistake with his close-range conversion attempt, and the scoreboard ticked over to 10-0.

Andrew McCullough’s 40-20 gave Anthony Griffin’s men some territory but they did nothing with it. Instead, Reed was pinged for blocking Brent Tate and Thurston opted for a 12-0 lead from a penalty goal.

That decision seemed contentious – for six minutes. That’s the period that elapsed before Morgan scored another eye-catching, skill-laden try. Bowen’s little dab bounced tantalisingly in Hoffman’s face – before the Cowboys star reached out with his right claw, snatched it out of the air, and raced to the try line. If the scoreline at that stage was an insult to Brisbane, then injury was soon added to it. Hoffman was struggling with a rib injury, Copley’s leg was causing a pronounced limp and Reed had a head knock. The Cowboys lost hooker Aaron Payne to a leg injury early and he did not return.

Brisbane’s 46th minute try put the Cowboys on the back foot, before a Thurston penalty and a Tate try steadied the ship for the victors.

Coach Neil Henry said the Cowboys were better placed than 2011 ”given that we limped into the finals last year”. ”We know it will be a tough game against the defending premiers so. We’ll get ourselves ready.”

Brisbane counterpart Griffin said: ”Referees didn’t cost us the game tonight. They got in the way a bit but they didn’t cost us the game.”

NORTH QUEENSLAND 33 (M Morgan 3 M Bowen B Tate tries J Thurston 6 goals M Bowen field goal) bt BRISBANE 16 (D Copley C Norman S Thaiday tries P Wallace 2 goals) at Dairy Farmers Stadium. Referee: Matt Cecchin, Gerard Sutton. Crowd: 21,307.

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One measure of Roger Federer’s sustained brilliance was that, during an incredible stretch, he reached 23 consecutive grand slam finals. In a similar vein, it is testimony to the Storm’s enduring excellence that, in two weeks, they will contest their sixth preliminary final in seven years.


Indeed, on the strength of a powerful 24-6 win during which they overwhelmed a Souths team replete with big names, Melbourne will not merely contest another grand final eliminator. Regardless of who they play, the Storm will start heavy favourites at their AAMI Park fortress – just as they had when ambushed by the Warriors last season.

The memory of that defeat will, no doubt, ensure any sense of complacency is banished from Melbourne’s collective subconscious. Just another motivational bullet in coach Craig Bellamy’s already well-loaded gun.

It has been difficult to tell in the past two seasons whether Melbourne’s trademark was excellence or bloody-minded defiance. Yesterday, there was a touch of both – a comprehensive victory produced despite the withdrawal of winger Anthony Quinn and forwards Jason Ryles and Sika Manu.

The lines through those names seemed to have tipped the balance in South Sydney’s favour. Instead, as a tribute to how the Storm’s system is almost as important as their personnel, Melbourne were left with the pleasant dilemma of adding those three to a team that had hardly missed a beat.

For the Rabbitohs, a finals campaign that presented the best opportunity in decades to break the now 41-year premiership drought hit a speed hump. Was it big-game nerves for a club that had not reached the play-offs since 2007? The excellence of vastly experienced opposition? The exposure of a Rabbitohs team that had the worst big-game record of the so-called Big Four?

Whatever the reason, coach Michael Maguire will have his work cut out restoring the confidence of his team before the cut-throat semi against Canberra or Cronulla – a task made no easier by the arm injury to centre Matt King. At least the new finals system guarantees a home final.

But yesterday was, in every sense, a Melbourne sort of day. Bright sunshine replaced, just before the kick-off, by showers. But, more pertinently, it was a Melbourne day in the manner the home team produced its customary blend of disciplined defence, highly structured attack – peppered with sufficient individual brilliance to befuddle a bigger, more cumbersome, opponent. In the much anticipated battle of the fullbacks between Billy Slater and Greg Inglis, Slater scored the first points on his way to a resounding victory. Seven minutes in, Slater dodged and weaved the first 40 metres of a 90-metre burst by the Storm that led to Ryan Hoffman’s opening try. Although, given Hoffman had earlier been stunned by a heavy blow, the veteran forward might well have thought he was on a ride at Wet’N’Wild rather than sliding across the AAMI Park turf.

Slater’s next move was less stunning, but equally devastating. Seizing a pass from Hoffman, he rolled to the line – and not one centimetre further – with the video referee ruling momentum had taken him that far. More spring in Melbourne’s step, more air out of Souths’ tyres.

On the rare occasions Souths penetrated Melbourne’s defensive 20, they coughed up possession far too easily with misdirected chips or bombs that Slater easily defused. Only late in the first half did the Rabbitohs create any concerted pressure, and then winger Nathan Merritt’s fumble at the other end led, indirectly, to the Storm’s third try.

By half-time, it was hard to tell whether the 18-0 scoreline, or the crowd of 19,750 jubilantly performing the actions to YMCA, was the best indication of where the game was heading. Sisa Waqa kept the party going six minutes into the second half with the game-clinching try. Melbourne’s tireless defence did the rest, with Eddy Pettybourne’s late effort mere window dressing. Thus, with the inevitably of Federer in his pomp, the Storm had made the final four. All that is missing is the single-handed backhand, and the trophies in the cabinet.

MELBOURNE 24 (M Fonua R Hoffman B Slater S Waqa tries C Smith 4 goals) bt SOUTH SYDNEY 6 (E Pettybourne try A Reynolds goal) at AAMI Park. Referee: Shayne Hayne, Jason Robinson. Crowd: 19,750.

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AUSTRALIAN wool growers are being ”ripped off” an estimated $64 million a year by counterfeit products marked by the well-known Woolmark label.

Australian Wool Innovation, which owns the trademark, has been involved in 44 counterfeit cases in 2012 compared with 12 in 2010. Two cases have been in court this year with legal action taken in another 12 disputes.

Employing a team of lawyers internationally to protect the mark for products made from 100 per cent Australian wool, AWI has found that most infringements are being committed in China and southern Europe.

The industry body has invested heavily to promote the label in recent years and commissioned world-renowned Australian photographer Anne Geddes to take images of babies in nests of wool. She is also currently shooting a calendar for Woolmark.

Now the body is fighting back against counterfeit products with the introduction of high-tech identification labels known as Near Field Communication, where a chip is identified and read by a smartphone app. The chip is usually placed on the washing instructions label and likely to appear on an increasing number of garments as the technology is rolled out. Some products are embedded with a Woolmark hologram that can only be seen with a magnifying glass.

AWI chief executive Stuart McCullough, said: ”We know we are getting ripped off and we know that our brand is being used out there illegally. In one court case won by the AWI a company had even painted the logo on the front of its building, it’s not like they were putting it on a handkerchief.

”We are very touchy about it because in the ’90s every physical asset the Australian wool industry had was sold … The Woolmark is one of the few that we have left – it is a wonderful asset and it is certainly worth protecting and we will protect it vigorously. If our licence holders are buying a licence we don’t want them competing against someone who hasn’t paid for it, one that’s a rogue and providing an inferior product. We want to protect them.”

In January, a Queensland manufacturer, Gold Coast Wool, had to pay a $6600 fine after being pursued by the ACCC for contravening consumer protection laws. ACCC tests found wool doonas and underlays sold mainly to Asian tourists as pure Australian wool contained 42 per cent polyester. The Woolmark logo was falsely used by the company.

Global wool retail apparel sales equate to about $80 billion a year. It is estimated that 8 per cent of this is marked with the Woolmark logo. The AWI estimates that about 1 per cent of that – or $64 million a year – is counterfeit and illegal use of the logo by retailers.

AWI’s chief marketing officer, Rob Langtry, said the crackdown on fake products was also about protecting jobs. ”When people don’t have strong brands they have tried to use the woolmark as a substitute and that’s about pricing,” he said.

”Their belief is, if it has got a recognisable symbol on it, then they can sell it for more. I think if it were allowed to go unchecked and we weren’t doing the policing that we are doing then it would cost jobs.

”If merino wool out of Australia, which is a certain quality, is substituted for a poorer quality wool fibre from a different place, that costs an Australian wool grower a sale opportunity.”

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Not everyone’s cup of tea

July 10th, 2019 / / categories: 苏州美甲学校 /

To a tea … Dilmah founder Merrill Fernando enjoys a brew.The high tea has been hijacked. So say connoisseurs of the world’s most popular brew.

The founder of the Dilmah tea brand, Merrill J. Fernando, who is in Australia for a high tea competition, worries that the art of tea consumption has become too commercial. Meanwhile, Holly Orsman Smith, director of sales and marketing for The Tea Room QVB and The Tea Room Gunners Barracks, says the term “high tea” has been corrupted.

Every week thousands of Sydney residents enjoy a hot brew accompanied by a three-tiered stand of scones, finger sandwiches and cakes, blithely thinking they are having high tea. But Ms Orsman Smith has a different definition for the experience: afternoon tea.

“High tea has become the in thing to call it but we use the correct term which is afternoon tea,” she said.

“High tea originally was done before supper at 5pm. It was a meal for the English working classes. We refrain from using the term high tea in all our marketing and branding because it’s not what we do.

“A lot of people call it high tea but it’s not high tea in the correct sense.”

Mr Fernando, who has been involved in the tea industry for much of his 82 years, is not too fussed about the terminology but is concerned that people have forgotten about the quality of the tea.

“So many people today, they don’t even know how to make a proper cup of tea,” he said. “It is so sad.”

He sees hope, though, in young people, who “are willing to learn how to do it the proper way”.

Whether a consumer calls it high tea or afternoon tea, uses a bag or a pot, there is no denying Australia’s appreciation for a good cuppa.

According to the market research company Datamonitor Group, the value of the Australian tea category will rise from $437 million in 2008 to a forecast value of $473 million next year, with the out-of-home market accounting for 12.5 per cent of sales.

The Tea Room QVB serves about 1500 afternoon teas each week, starting at $39 a head, with a further 600 consumed at The Tea Room Gunners Barracks in Mosman.

“It’s something that is quite a cross-generational thing to do,” Ms Orsman Smith said.

“We’ll quite often have young girls with their mothers and grandmothers coming in.”

Mr Fernando, in Australia for Dilmah’s High Tea Challenge competition, believes tea should always be consumed in company.

“In the good old days you never had a cup of tea by yourself,” he said. “You always tell your friend let’s have a cup of tea. Tea is a drink to be enjoyed with your friends.”

For Elaine Armstrong, who has consumed many thousands of cups of tea during her 20 years with the NSW Country Women’s Association, the brew is not the most important thing. “You learn a lot about what’s going on over a cup of tea,” she said.

“For me, it’s not so much about the tea, it’s about the chat over the cup of tea.”

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“It’s not about sex” … Marus, talking about his “cuddle parties”.On a chilly Saturday night last month, Janeen Sonsie paid $35 to snuggle with a group of strangers. “I had three guys massaging me, which was bliss,” the fiftysomething business coach and marketing consultant says. “My friend and I were a bit scared when we arrived, but also quite excited. Because everyone sets their own boundaries, it’s amazing how quickly you relax.”

Sonsie was one of 20 people attending the “cuddle party”: a strictly non-sexual gathering in which guests hug, touch and massage one another. Created by two American relationship counsellors, the first such party was held in New York in 2004. A Melbourne chapter opened two years later, closing not long after when its founder became ill.

Then, in 2008, the relationship and life coach Marus – who goes only by his first name even on his business card – reopened the Melbourne arm, recently expanding to NSW and Queensland. His first event attracted two dozen people; a recent gathering drew almost 100. More than 1000 have attended one somewhere on the east coast.

“They’re growing fast,” Marus says. “I’ve got my first Sydney party in October and I’ll be taking them to other states soon.”

He greets me at the door of his Elwood flat by asking for a hug, which I conclude with a couple of matey backslaps. “In our culture, men always do the ‘pat pat’ thing with each other,” he laughs. “There’s a stigma when it comes to showing affection.”

Hence his desire for adults to reap the benefits of “non-sexual touch”. As reported last week, hugging boosts the feel-good hormone oxytocin, acting as a social glue.

“People at cuddle parties experience everything from sheer elation and liberation to a sense of inner peace and calm,” Marus says. “One of the rules is that tears and laughter are welcome — and we do see both.”

One rule is that a verbal “yes” must precede any touching. “It’s not about sex, it’s not about sex,” Marus says. “I cannot overemphasise that it’s not about sex.”

He believes Australians wrongly view physical affection between adults as inherently erotic. Australian men, he adds, are taught that cuddling is a bothersome but mandatory precursor to sex. “We’re living in a touch-starved society. People are not sure how to be loving and nurturing towards one another without it being sexual.”

Accredited as a “cuddle party facilitator” by the US parent organisation, Marus begins each event by reiterating the guidelines. Some guests sit back and observe; others snuggle, spoon or massage each other in pairs or groups.

Most parties conclude with a “puppy pile”: a big communal hug on the floor.

So far, everyone has obeyed the rules. But what happens if a cuddler gets inadvertently turned on?

“Sometimes, things pop up,” Marus explains. “It happens, it’s natural and it’s totally OK. I explain what to do, how to be present with that and how to not act on it.”

Nothing untoward occurred at the party Ms Sonsie attended last month. She has already bought tickets to the next one on September 29.

“I wasn’t interested in going to a swingers’ party,” she says, “and there was definitely nothing sexual about it. I felt absolutely safe and relaxed. We all felt so loving and caring and affectionate and there were even moments of euphoria. Everyone walked out on a high.”

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Ales for ailes … Ian and Melissa Davis. Ian was diagnosed with MND at the age of 33. He is preparing to launch a beer to raise funds for research into the disease.I still remember the first day I realised something was wrong. The day when my life’s path would be irreversibly altered and I would leave my role as caregiver and doctor and begin my gradual surrender into the role of patient.

There was nothing special about that day, just an average workday within a busy hospital haematology ward, managing patients diagnosed with blood cancers.

I was leading my usual eight o’clock ward round, examining my patients and investigating any issues that had developed during the night. Seeking and managing symptoms or side effects from the chemotherapy I had prescribed.

Little did I know that my attention to detail would set off a chain of events leading to my diagnosis, and ultimately to where I am now.

That day one of my patients was complaining about a “funny feeling” in his left foot, a dysaesthesia we call it. The night-time resident doctor had seen him and had dismissed this new symptom as a somatic manifestation of the patient’s extreme anxiety.

It turned out this patient had every right to be scared.

In the morning, I made my own assessment. I worked my way through a neurological examination, testing his peripheral and central nervous systems, looking for signs of pathology. I got him out of bed and asked him to stand on his toes and then on his heels to demonstrate the strength within his lower leg muscles. He was unable to stand on his heels. He had a “foot drop”, weakness in the muscles that lift the toes and foot off the ground.

He was horrified, I’m told. The chemotherapy had indeed damaged his nerves and it was obvious for all of us to see. But I missed his reaction. I was transfixed by my own legs. He couldn’t stand on his heels and neither could I.

That night my wife Mel and I walked our two dogs, and during the walk I could hear the faint sound of my left foot slapping the ground with each step. It was still there, it wasn’t just a pinched nerve, I hadn’t just slept funny. We got home and I lay on the bed and I asked my then fiancee, who is also a doctor, to examine my legs. I was 33 and it would turn out that I have motor-neuron disease (MND).

The road to a diagnosis for most MND patients is long and arduous, sometimes taking years. I was fortunate. I had a shortcut. I quietly approached one of my colleagues for help and within two days I had undergone nerve-conduction studies, a muscle and nerve biopsy, a lumbar puncture, a battery of blood tests, and a whole-spine MRI. All motor-neuron patients ultimately understand that each element of this is a grasp at hope, a grasp for an alternative, a grasp for something else – please, anything else.

MND is a diagnosis of exclusion; there is no one test, no one defining feature. Often sufferers are left for months or years with a title of “possible” or “likely” MND, with time ultimately being the final arbiter. Thanks to my training, I had inside knowledge about this disease and no matter how much I longed to see the distorted anatomy or bright intensity signals on my MRI that would point to a simpler, more treatable cause, I knew deep down they would not be there. I remembered that first night after our walk. Mel had examined me, I saw the signs. She had demonstrated them to me. I was good at neurology, this was MND.

That night I answered her question honestly when, with tears in her eyes, she asked me, “Could this be anything else?” My training, knowledge and gut feeling said no.

By the time we saw the neurologists I was certain. The preceding hours and days were spent going through alternatives in my head and I undertook an extensive library and internet search. Nothing else had come up.

Hearing the first and then the second neurologist actually mouth the words in some ways was a relief, legitimising my fears, but at the same time, as he said those words, my life, my future, collapsed. All was replaced by unfamiliar emotions: dread, fear and, on the drive home, panic. I knew about this disease. I knew what lay ahead. I was, and still am, terrified.

Motor-neuron disease was originally described by the French neurologist, Jean-Martin Charcot, in 1869, and is also known as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) or Lou Gehrig’s disease. It is one of modern medicine’s failures. That’s a personal and obviously biased opinion, but I think most in the medical community would agree. It’s been 71 years since Lou Gehrig, the famous New York Yankees baseball player and self proclaimed “luckiest man on earth”, died from this disease. He died on my birthday, June 2, in 1941, and as a doctor I am ashamed to say that from a practical point of view for patients, little more is known about the cause, and certainly no truly effective therapy is on the horizon.

MND is a progressive neurodegenerative affliction, a gradual imprisonment, where an accumulation of disability leads to a gradual but inevitable reduction in independence. Patients live on average two to three years after being diagnosed.

In the simplest terms, the disease attacks and kills the motor-nerve cells within the brain and spinal cord, destroying the means by which messages are sent to the body’s voluntary muscles. When they are gone, the muscles atrophy and die, taking with them our ability to move. Forever. My mind and intellect will not be affected. I will bear witness to it all. There are about 1400 to 1700 people living with the disease at any time in Australia, but we don’t live long enough for the prevalence to rise.

Statistics have shown the number of deaths from MND is rising – there were 450 in Australia in 2000 compared with 596 in 2009 – but the cause of this increase is unknown.

Sure, it’s a rare disease, but in real terms, every day at least one person will be diagnosed, and another will die as a consequence of this disease. It strikes at anyone, often with no warning. Ten per cent of sufferers have an inherited form of the disease. The remainder, like me, grapple every day with the often and inevitable question, “why me?”. The disease is now mainly in my legs. I have a brace and use a walking stick when my leg becomes tired. I know it’s spreading. My muscles constantly twitch. Intermittent cramps in seemingly unaffected parts of my body signal that the disease is spreading. I feel these butterflies under my skin, in my arms, back, and left side of my face. I just have to wait for the weakness to begin.

The only treatment available is largely ineffectual. Borderline efficacy data has allowed the drug to reach the market, but for many people the cost and side effects are prohibitive. The medication prolongs the average life expectancy or time to needing a ventilator by about three months. I take it. I’m not sure I really want to prolong the back half of this disease, though, and I take it in the hope of slowing progression. I don’t know if it is working. The disease marches on regardless. Despite MND being granted “orphan disease status” by the US Food and Drug Administration – which is meant to encourage research – there has been little advance. Developers of so-called “orphan drugs” aimed at treating rare diseases get more leeway with statistical analysis, potential tax incentive and enhanced patent protection and marketing rights. But drug developers have still been slow to get on board. Patients are diagnosed with MND at nearly the same rate as many other neurodegenerative diseases, but the fact stands: we don’t live long enough to create a burden on society, so there is no incentive for governments or pharmaceutical companies to pursue new treatments. There isn’t enough profit to be made. Cynical I know, but nevertheless true.

To live with this disease, I have come to the realisation that I need to achieve two goals: complete acceptance and complete surrender.

Firstly acceptance. This is a constant process, one in which I am continuing to reframe my perspectives on this disease and how I let it affect my life. The progressive disability needs to be incorporated into a constantly evolving acceptance. I think I have the internal strength to do this. I hope I do. However, one of the hardest things has been recognising that others will need to accept the disease as well, and in turn I need to accept and acknowledge their response, in whatever form it comes. In a recent discussion with a psychologist, the issue of secrecy came up. I have kept my diagnosis secret for almost a year, with only the closest of friends and family aware. Surely telling others was one of the first steps to true acceptance, so why then have I kept it secret? I told myself that eventually everyone would know, the disease would see to that. My body would betray my secret, but until then I didn’t want people to treat me differently.

This element, not wanting to be seen as a sick version of my former self, now interests me, and it turns out I’m not alone. The psychologist referred me to a 1988 book, Stories of Sickness by Howard Brody. In the chapter about the relationships of patients with those around them, Brody refers to the “Gregor effect”, in reference to German author Franz Kafka’s 1915 short story The Metamorphosis. In the story, the protagonist Gregor Samsa turns into an insect. His family and friends, although at times empathetic and still loving, find ways to avoid Gregor, to distance themselves from his “illness”. Psychologists ascribe this “Gregor effect” to how some view the terminally ill. We make you nervous, uncomfortable and scared, and at times make you challenge your own mortality. I know this firsthand.

My work in haematology means I deal with patients suffering from terminal diseases. I would comfort them, advise them, treat them, and prognosticate for them with clinical efficiency at work. I was never cold, I was professional, I could empathise, but I always kept them distant. If I saw my patients outside of office hours, I would often turn around rather than interact with them and face how they made me feel.

On a social level, I feared the awkwardness of the situation. I worry about this now happening to me. Will people fear interacting with me, and treat me differently? I fear walking into a room. You can probably see a recurring theme here – I need to accept fear.

Second is surrender. This one seems easy. I’m not talking about surrendering to the disease and surrendering all hope. That will not happen, not any more. Rather I mean surrender to inevitability and accept my future disability. Trust that others will look after me. Easier said than done.

More recently I find myself looking for new inspiration. I must admit I am much more easily inspired these days. I search for renewed passion, for something I can try to excel at, something where I can aim to leave my mark on this world when I can no longer work as a doctor.

Again, it turns out I’m not alone. This phenomenon is known well to geriatricians, and they call it “generativity”. It is common among the elderly at the end of their productive lives and, as I am finding, common among the terminally ill. It describes the emotions and regrets a person has when lost opportunities are mourned and individuals find themselves longing for more time, endurance and chances. They wish to have produced something meaningful, something to have made a difference. Anything to make others proud, to make them remember. For some it is through professional endeavours. I will very likely not finish my training and will not know what this feels like.

For others, it is through starting a family and creating a legacy. Again, with much heartache I know this will not be possible. So I need to focus on what I can do here and now, and enable others to help the cause when I’m gone.

Inspiration, hope and purpose can come from strange places and for me it was tasting an artisan ale. I guess you could call it my epiphany ale. I had been searching for something, anything I may be able to do – something that did not require my legs. Something that would need my brain, my passion, my drive. I turned to my medical school hobby of home-brewing beer. I will not go into detail, but the brewers among you know the satisfaction I’m talking about.

On my birthday this year, a mixed six-pack of craft beer from my sister-in-law showed me the way.

The very first ale I tried was perfect. Why not make a beer for MND? Why not use beer to raise awareness of the disease across Australia and to raise funds for research and equipment?

I had to make this happen. So I found my epiphany ale’s website, emailed the brewers, and to my delight the guys from Cavalier microbrewery responded in less than 24 hours. They would help, and most importantly they were excited by the idea. From then on Steve, Heath and Andrew have been amazing, and our plans for launching the beer this year are well under way. The name we have decided on is the “Cavalier Courage”, with the concept and design of the beer based on the myth of Sisyphus. Albert Camus’s essay on the ill-fated king resonates with me and probably all people with MND. Condemned to the underworld, Sisyphus’s punishment was to push a boulder up a steep hill, only to have it roll back down to the bottom each time he reached the top. For me, this represents what MND patients go through.

This disease takes something away from us. We adapt, but when we think things are stable it takes something else. The rock rolls back down. I now use a cane intermittently and a knee brace and I am back at the top of the hill. But I know my rock is delicately balanced.

Despite thinking that Sisyphus should be the most miserable man ever, Camus proposed that we should think him as “happy”, in that the process of pushing the rock, no matter how draining and depressing it seems, can be enough, if we accept it, to fill us with purpose. He wrote: “The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.”

This beer will pay tribute to all MND patients and hopefully give incentive for all of us to start pushing again. I am not alone in this battle. I have gained much wisdom, passion and encouragement from other sufferers. One person who touched me early after my diagnosis, and during one of my darker days, was Scott Sullivan. He is an MND sufferer, a Queenslander, a father, and an absolute hero. He founded the MND and Me Association and raises funds for research and awareness. The other is the Zo-ee association in Melbourne, named after the Greek word meaning life, formed by Karen Mustica and Gina Gonis after Karen’s mother was diagnosed with MND in 2005. The profits from Cavalier Courage Ale sales will go to these two great charitable associations. Where I will be in one week, one month, or even one year is anyone’s guess.

It is however, a surety that I will get weaker. I will experience good days and darker times, but I can now see some sort of light, and it’s the ratio of the two I’m working on. I continue to gain strength with the help of family, friends and, more recently, strangers.

I often think of a quote by the Jewish-Austrian neurologist, Victor Frankl, from his book, Man’s Search for Meaning, written after he was released from a concentration camp in 1945. Mel and I first became aware of Frankl’s work while visiting the concentration camp museum at Dachau in Germany. Even in this place, the first of Nazi Germany’s death camps, the human spirit could endure.

The quote is: “Everything can be taken from man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

This disease is going to destroy me physically. It will try to take everything from me. To a large extent it will succeed. My independence, my dignity, my career and my plans of a family and growing old with Mel will be taken. This quote makes me realise, however, that some things are off limits. I’ve never been a religious man, but I do believe in an individual’s spirit and the disease can’t have mine. I may not yet see myself as “the luckiest man alive”, but I’ll keep working on it, Lou. Until then, with the help of my family and friends, I’ll continue to live in the present tense . . . It just makes much more sense.

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‘Seizing precursor chemicals has been a focus for the AFP.’FEDERAL police have seized more than 1.5 times the amount of drug precursor chemicals and double the value of criminal assets this year than in the previous 12 months, following a successful change in strategy.

The Australian Federal Police released the figures exclusively to The Sunday Age to mark the third anniversary of its new approach to solving serious and organised crime.

Kevin Zuccato, the AFP’s head of serious and organised crime, said the results were directly attributable to increased sharing of information between the AFP and government departments in Australia, as well as overseas agencies.

”Many of our great investigations have had an international flavour,” Mr Zuccato said.

The latest strategy for detecting and breaking major crime syndicates reflects one already working in the AFP’s counterterrorism, people smuggling and high-tech crime areas.

While drug busts have increased in Australia, a number of major breakthroughs have been made in other countries with the help of the AFP, including:

■In Thailand earlier this year an AFP chemist and bomb data technician helped local police uncover 450 kilograms of ammonium nitrate and improvised explosive devices across two separate investigations.

■AFP intelligence gathered in Cambodia led to 4100 litres of safrole oil being seized in September last year and seven Vietnamese and Cambodian nationals being charged. The oil could have made 25.7 million ecstasy tablets and at least some of these were expected to be sent to Australia.

■Late last year in Burma AFP officers in Rangoon helped local police seize 576 kilograms of pseudoephedrine and 4.5 kilograms of ephedrine.

The AFP has more than 90 officers overseas, a number that has remained stable in recent years, although the number of foreign police the AFP has trained is increasing.

As part of the overseas operations, the AFP gives foreign police scooters, computers and boats and sets them up in offices and helps train them.

”We’re not talking about big dollars,” Mr Zuccato said.

”We do this work offshore to make sure Australia doesn’t have to pay for a prosecution and pay for incarceration [of criminals].

”If they don’t have the capability to be effective, then we’re going to wear the outcome of them being weak and vulnerable.

”Our job is like the whack-a-mole game.

”When the criminals come up for air, we’re sitting there with the mallet, whether that’s here, on the open ocean or another country.”

Last financial year, the AFP-led Criminal Assets Confiscation Taskforce seized $97.4 million of assets, an increase of more than $55 million on the previous year.

The AFP seized almost 14 tonnes of drugs and drug ingredients in 2011-12. This was a 164 per cent – or 8.6-tonne – increase on the 5.2 tonnes seized the previous financial year. It is more than 11 times the 1.2 tonnes seized in the 2009-10 financial year.

Locating and seizing precursor chemicals that are used to make drugs has been a focus of the AFP’s work, Mr Zuccato said.

Almost 12 tonnes of these ingredients were seized in the last financial year, a year-on-year increase of 263 per cent.

At the same time, 542 kilograms of amphetamine-type drugs were uncovered, a 34 per cent increase on the previous financial year.

And 832 kilograms of cocaine was seized in 2011-12, 36 kilograms more than in the previous 12 months.

Colin Campbell, a spokesman for the Australian Institute of Criminology, said that while methamphetamine use had increased sharply since 2009, fewer people were taking ecstasy.

Twenty-one per cent of detainees were using methamphetamines in 2011, compared with 13 per cent in 2009, according to AIC research.

Proceeds of crime restrained since January this year:

■ 45 bank accounts$19.2 million■ 57 sums of cash$10.7 million■ 3 jewellery items$1.2 million■ 16 vehicles$4.7 million■ 35 properties$53.3 million■ 2 vessels$2.4 million■ Total value$91.5 million

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John Gillard moved his young family halfway around the world in 1966 so his younger daughter, Julia, could enjoy a warmer climate and have some respite from the chronic chest infections that plagued her.

Only in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that his little girl would go on to become prime minister and champion the education she believed he would loved to have had.

It was a journey the ”Ten Pound Pom” described as ”not bad”.

Mr Gillard, 83, whom the Prime Minister described as her ”inspiration”, died in Adelaide yesterday morning after a long illness.

”He taught me that nothing comes without hard work and demonstrated to me what hard work meant as a shift worker with two jobs,” Ms Gillard said in a statement.

”He taught me to be passionate about fairness. He taught me to believe in Labor and in trade unionism. But, above all, he taught me to love learning and to understand its power to change lives. He always regretted his family background meant he had not proceeded on to higher education as a young man. He was determined that I had the opportunities he was denied. I will miss him for the rest of my life.”

The Prime Minister was attending the APEC summit in Russia when she learnt of the news.

About 3pm a message had just gone out inviting reporters to watch Ms Gillard as she met the President of Peru.

Ms Gillard had just finished recording a television interview with Australia Network when told of her father’s passing. S

he had been about to step into a car to drive to the formal welcome to the summit.

When Trade Minister Craig Emerson appeared in her stead, Russian President Vladimir Putin was told the news.

”At the onset of our meeting I would like to say that one of our colleagues, the Australian Prime Minister, had a very unfortunate tragedy in her family,” the Russian President announced to the 19 other leaders gathered in the hall.

”Her father passed away so I would like on behalf of all of us to express condolences to her and members of her family.”

Ms Gillard left Vladivostok for Adelaide to join her mother, Moira, and sister Alison.

She will be represented at the meeting by Mr Emerson.

Ms Gillard often referred to her parents in her speeches and spoke lovingly of the sacrifices they had made to ensure she was given every chance to succeed.

In return, Mr and Mrs Gillard were vocal supporters of her daughter, often speaking out in her defence and praising her achievements.

Mr Gillard, a coalminer and psychiatric nurse, described himself as a ”loquacious Welshman” in one interview when he said his daughter knew better than to confide any political secrets in him.

Ms Gillard asked for privacy for herself and her family.

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