1. In the wake of the News Corp scandal, how she was one of the world’s celebrities who fall victim to phone hacking, because her phone mysteriously dropped out. 

2. That nothing, not even her son’s suicidal state could stop her from attending the Logies.

LINK

3. How she’s thrilled about being thrilled at the thrilling news that she is going to become and grandmother for not the first, not the second but a thrilling third time.

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4. That she’s the real victim of her son’s violence towards his girlfriends, but ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ on this Wednesday at 8pm is helping her. That’s 8pm this Wednesday. Channel Nine.

5. That she’s making a hasty and mad frantic dash in supersonic time to be by Bert’s sick side, once her latest gig in the media is over.

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6. How drama just simply ‘follows her around’ like some sort of ratbag gypsy after her granddaughter was admitted to hospital.

 LINK

7. That junkies exposed the fact she carries 130k worth of shit around in her handbag.

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8. About how amazing she is because she can fit into her 40-year-old dress.

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9. Just how much of an ace wife she is.

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10. What it’s like being a star-studded celebrity.

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11. How she reckons turbulence on a plane gave her amnesia.

LINK 

12. And last but not least who can forget the time she had a little spew at home?

LINK

So what next for our Patti? One thing is for certain, you’ll definitely read about it, just not here.

Patti Newton: My AKTIFMAG Pain. Available in the next issue of  ’Women’s Day’, out Monday. Probably.

One beautiful day I received an email from the Football Federation of Australia [FFA] telling me that I had been selected to play for the Socceroos in a World Cup Qualifier versus Saudi Arabia on the 29^th of February. Yes, I had been selected to play for Australia in the football.

The email was titled ‘Phillip, you’re in the team!’ and when I opened it the first line said ‘Congratulations, you’ve been picked in the team!’

I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d gone from occasionally having a kick on a Sunday when I hadn’t had a big one the night before to somehow being selected for Australia.

It was slightly weird that I’d never once spoken to anyone at the Socceroos and the closest I’d come to getting paid to play football was a free cevapi with extra mustard after a game 10 years ago, but I’d read they were choosing A-League based players and perhaps they contacted me because I couldn’t be any worse on the international stage than Nicky Carle:

The big problem was I was in poor shape physically.

 *Not actual size but close to scale

 So naturally I emailed FFA’s contact reception@footballaustralia.com.au to organise some training and co-ordinate my itinerary because I’d told all my family and friends and their excitement at booking flights and getting to the game was even stronger than mine:

Hi there,

I received an email from the FFA saying that I’m in the team for Socceroos V Saudi Arabia.I haven’t had any calls or any other information other than the standard game starting time. Nothing about training at all. Can you please get back to me ASAP, so I can make all the arrangements.

 Kind Regards

Phillip

I was also worried how my life would change such as would people start bothering me in the street besides those asking for ‘spare coins bro’ and was I going to have to take a drug test? By December 13 I hadn’t heard anything and was starting to worry. Sure, I had never played a game of professional football in my life but my physical condition was even worse because I’d spent the whole period out celebrating [amongst other things] being chosen for the Socceroos.

Time was running out. I even bought the game FIFA 12, made myself smoke dope, drink chocolate milk and play it all day just so I could brush up on tactics and to get to know my teammates. I sent the FFA another email. But like football itself I needed to make my message short, sharp and minus the theatrics. It simply read:

 I still have not any response? This is both puzzling and worrying.

 Regards Phil

 It looked like my curt nature got the desired result. I’d come away with the three points and finally received a response but not from anyone, from the Socceroos Team Manager G XXXX* [*Name changed obviously]:

 Phillip

 My name is G XXXX and I am the Team Manager for the Qantas Socceroos at FFA.

 No squad has been selected for the next Qantas Socceroos match.

Please provide that email that says you were advised of your selection for the Socceroos Vs Saudi Arabia squad.

 Regards,

G XXXX

National Men’s Team Manager

Maybe something slipped through the cracks. There’s 100′s of Aussies playing overseas so I first cut him some slack and then cut and pasted the email [signed by Lucas Neill] that I was sent and forwarded it to him:

 Lucas Neill, writing something.

Hi G XXXX,

here is the email as sent to me describing my inclusion in the squad. It was even signed off by the captain Lucas Neill. It also has info for family to buy tickets which they are all obviously looking forward to.

 Regards

Phillip

FW: email

 SUBJECT LINE: Phillip, you’re in the team!

 MESSAGE: Hi Phillip,

 Congratulations, you’ve been picked in the team!  Purchase a ticket for the 2014 FIFA World Cup Asian qualifier in Melbourne on Wednesday 29 February 2012 (7.30pm kick off). Tickets start at just $30 and $75 for a family and are NOW on sale.  Click here to purchase your tickets or call 132 849.

 The Qantas Socceroos will play for the first time at the purpose-built football venue AAMI Park.

A full-house and a European-style atmosphere awaits us. With more than 12,000 seats already snapped up by the football community, get inquick before AAMI Park is sold out.

 Be there in the Green and Gold! See you on the terraces,

 Lucas Neill

Now that it was all cleared up I was sure to get my place in the Socceroos line-up. I tell you what, living the Socceroos lifestyle had been great. It’s amazing the stuff you get for free when you tell people you’re a Socceroo: 

I was really looking forward to perhaps even showing support for Saudi Arabia’s women in their struggle to be allowed to drive on the night if I happened to score. But like a guillotine on the hands of a Saudi Arabian bread thief my world came crashing down. It was a letter from G XXXX:

Thank you Phillip

 The email you refer to was a promotional email, to signed up members of My Football Family, in advance of the Qantas Socceroos match Vs Saudi Arabia in Melb on 29 Feb 2012. Unfortunately, it was not a selection letter for yourself.

Trust that clears it all up.

We look forward to your support on 29 Feb either at AAMI Stadium, or via the live coverage on Foxsports.

Regards,

G XXXX

What? Watch on Foxsports? Was he serious? Was this some sort of sick joke cooked up by the marketing department to have a rib tickler at my expense? Was G XXXX just jerking my chain? Or was Lucas Neill a liar? Did the coach Holger Osieck know about this? I was devastated. I had to reply. The last time I’d felt this empty regarding the Socceroos was when a family member celebrated at the Carlton Crest Hotel in 1997 after Iran’s World Cup qualification against Australia, but I had exorcised those demons by reporting them to a terrorist hotline in 2005. So I knocked back the tears and punched an email out:

Hi G XXXX,

 What do you mean it’s a promotional email? It clearly in black and white says I was selected for the team. Do they just send these to anyone? What sort of system is this? Do they think it’s funny to just make this stuff up?

 After playing football all my life I thought my chance had finally come. At first I thought it was too good to be true but then after

realising with qualification to the next round secured Mr Osieck would try some new players that my dream had come true. It’s not just me that feels let down but the hardest bit is now having to tell my family I’m not actually playing.

 The disappointment is hardly imaginable. I believe that perhaps you should talk to these people in the ‘promotional’ team that don’t seem to do a job of promoting the game but rather lying to people in their emails.

 At very least you should warn Mr Osieck that people are going around selecting his team on his behalf and then taking it back as they see fit.

 I trust with this terrible mix up I am now further up the pecking order to be selected in the future. In reality though I should be

still included in the squad for the game, even if I don’t make the subs.

 Kind regards

Phillip

I never heard from him again or the FFA again. I followed it up with another email but I knew it was useless. My chance at representing Australia was gone. I ended up going to the game that night and this was the closest I got to the pitch:

History might say that the 4-2 win vindicates their decision not to play me, but try telling that to kids who miskicked a ball in the car park after the game. I passed it back to them. A beautifuly weighted pass that hit my target perfectly half way up his knee before his lack of control sent it onto the road before a car flattened it.

Just imagine if he knew he had received a pass from a Socceroo, it would’ve made his little dream come true. Not just further added to some promotional person’s sick fantasy.

-Phil, former Socceroo.

If you think Phil should be included in the squad for the next round of World Cup Qualifiers then you can also email  reception@footballaustralia.com.au and at the very least we can get him a team tracksuit.  Even Kristian Sarkies and Max Vieri have had a go. If you also think their marketing/promo department should be smacked on the bottoms and front bums for destroying dreams then let also them know. On a side note Phil would also like to thank Neil, Cyclops and Scrim for their support in this tough time. 

Melbourne’s café and bar scene is full of pop-up and idea themed establishments that are basically the hipster equivalent of ‘Hooters’. As I was sat in one in the city I came up with an idea for the shittest sounding one ever- ‘Stencil Café’ which combined a cafe with street art. At Stencil you could choose from such sickening crap as:

‘A Banksy Bacon burger, Reka Roll, Giant Ginger Ale, Ha Hash Browns, Shepard Fairey Bread or simply a Percs pizza’

The only problem was I didn’t have access to a vomit and urine stained alleyway to house it. Instead I’d have to see how far I could take this shithouse concept for a café on the interwebs. I saw an empty shop in Fitzroy, which looked good enough for the location. I now needed a social media campaign and some hypothetical work for the walls. So I made a Facebook group figuring nobody would give me anything, but could get the Stencil name out there:

“Stencil is a new cafe opening on Brunswick St. It will be a Fitzroy institution with it themed around street art, street poster art and sticker Art! It will also featuring a street art themed menu that’s just as funky as the art and kick ass staff!It’s going to be massive for the area. We’re looking for funky street artists who want to put their work on the walls or even do some design work [we might even be able to sort out some paint or coffee for your troubles!]if you have what it takes to take your art from the streets to the Stencil…then get in touch! Staff positions will also be available soon”

Now, it was time to talk Stencil up. If I was going to Fitzroy then I must let give some PR info to the Fitzroy blog ‘Fitzroyalty’ which seems to pride itself on being a bit of a nasty pastie and whose gentler moments include having a picture of an adolescent girl smoking with the headline ‘I hope you get cancer and die a slow painful death’.

The email:

“I just wanted to touch base because I thought you might be interested to feature a new cafe we are opening up at the top of Brunswick St near the commission flats called ‘Stencil’. We believe it’s going to become a Fitzroy institution with it themed around street art and also featuring a menu that’s just as funky as the art that we’re going to be showcasing on the wall. Every now and then we’ll also have DJ’s spinning tunes, making it a place for Fitzroyalty to come and chill. It’s going to be massive for the area so it would be great for you write something on your blog about it! We’ll be able to sort you out with a free coffee card or something similar for your trouble.”

It was posted on the site but I then forgot about this shit café/idea/moronic piss take.

About 6 Months later I came across a post where the blog was irate that the café hadn’t yet opened:

I thought I’d respond via email:

 “I just was emailed your article about Stencil ‘All PR’. I didn’t know you were in the habit of publishing personal emails, oh well you can say goodbye to your free coffee.”

That was published in the comments section. There was no choice but to ban them from the café.

“Hi there,

The team here at Stencil have recently had a discussion about your article and poor behaviour regarding it. As a result of this we have decided to place a 6 month ban on you coming into the cafe when it opens up the road from the original planned location in just under a month’s time . However, you can work to over turn this ban with positive press on your blog. But as it stands it will be 6 months of not being allowed into the cafe or getting someone else to come in on your behalf so you can blog about it. Once the ban is up you are welcome to come in and PAY for your coffee or check out some of the fantastic artwork.

I trust this clears things up and I will notify you when the ban is up.

Kind regards
Phil and Christine
Stencil Cafe Team”

The email was posted and the ban ruffled a few feathers.

Things started to snowball. Some irate people went to the trouble of registering the Stencil Cafe email address for spam. Someone even set up a fake Stencil Café twitter account and was abusing people:

Stencil received some very, very limp threats:

It was then time to take it to the next level:

“Hi,

I have just looked at the site.

I think we both agree that this thing has gotten out of hand, and you being a local and us being a local business about to open our doors we need to sort it out for the benefit of everyone involved before it’s too late.

It’s important for both of us to keep our good names in the eyes of the community.

In hindsight I would’ve perhaps done things differently and am happy to admit that, and I’m sure you probably regret things as well. So, I apologise and I believe it would be in the interest of both parties to come up with a solution.

My suggestion is telling readers that the whole thing was a gag to get everyone talking about Fitzroyalty and just for readers to enjoy as a bit of different content on the site. We could then say that Stencil was kind enough to get in on the fun. If we say it was a viral type ad for Stencil and not content for you is people could still look on not only us but you badly as well, and that’s the last thing we’d want.

So in basic terms it would be like ‘Gotcha! Was just a fun idea me and the guys at Stencil cooked up for something different on the blog’.

This is a win win situation for all parties involved as it will make us both look good.

IMPORTANT! Obviously we would be willing to help you out financially for making a statement like this and are happy for you to discuss a rate, much like it would be as advertising on your site. Now I know you don’t accept free coffee!  etc for a review but perhaps we could bend the money rules for this situation as it is very different. We’d of course make sure the money would be worth your while.

The only other solution is for both of us to blame a third party- whether it’s a gallery [few down Smith St] or another food place like Grilled Burgers etc or just someone anonymous and say that they pretended to be Stencil on your blog to make us look bad as they were a competitior. Personally I don’t think this is a great option, but it’s on the table if you’re happy with it.

I trust this will interest you and look forward to sorting it all out and if you have any ideas happy to hear them.

As I said, this is not a PR statement. It’s for you.

Kind regards
Phil and Christine
Stencil cafe team”

Then there was this poster:

Shit collectively hit the fan on the new post:

Stencil was told it needed social media lessons.

The social media ‘experts’ screamed ‘FAIL’ and some gave their advice:

 The marketing ‘experts’ also had their say:

Twitter was busy:

The media picked up on it:

Stencil’s staff were told ‘They sound like they’re from the suburbs’ and there were 100’s of comments, bitchiness, lulz and arguing about everything from free coffee to whether Stencil’s proposed practice of serving Coke in a Krylon can was safe and legal:

And the food bloggers claimed their kill and vowed never to visit the imaginary cafe:

Personally, I would’ve thought blogger’s journalist code of ethics would have been enforced to not to take advantage of people like Stencil’s naivety of the internet. Lucky I’m no journalist. Anyway, checking the comments the other day I saw this on the blog:

Well OK, there you go. Cheers, Phil.

Hi Guys I’m Matthew Newton, Tortured artist.

Lets cut to the chase. So what do I want to bash next?  First of all it’s an easy one. It’s these two miserable cunts.

Fancy giving me the green light to do as I pleased and then suddenly changing tune when dad had a gig coming up?  Next up I really want to strangle this. The best bit would be the ability to easily hide in the bushes before I teach it a lesson.

This thing would be sleeping forever if I have my way.

Then it’s this little twat, I’d pull her hair and if she had a mobile phone I’d send her thousands of unsolicited texts telling her I’ll do it again. 

And I wouldn’t mind smashing this bell end’s face into the ground of a hotel either. Imagine trying to get on TV without knowing anyone and relying on hardwork and dedication? 

When I look at these two I see Bert and Patti. With it is a voice saying ‘kick them off a cliff, then blame someone or something else’.

Ok, It’s pretty clear this bitch needs to go and when I’ve finished with her my PR team will then give her a battering. Soon her own family will hate her as much as I do. 

I’d love to be able to explain how much satisfaction it would give me to snap her like a twig but I’d rather save my energy for stomping on this little fucking prick.

But do you know what really shits me more than that miserable lot? It’s this, oh how I would love to threaten it by saying it would never get a gig in a BBC doco ever again while my family run this town:

The other thing that shits me is dickheads who say I only pick on things weaker than me. This is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard since Mummy told our TV station that News Corp hacked her phone. ‘Pick on a bloke your own size!’ commoners apparently yell. This really depresses me which results in me having to take it out on you know who. Well just to prove that I am not scared, here’s someone I’d love to nail next:

He looks like a real idiot to me, just laying there, all the same size as me and that. And what are those shoes? Anyway Fuck off I’ve had enough of this shit.

Thanks Matthew.

Matthew appears as a guest of Channel Nine to promote his family sitcom starring TV’s Bert Newton titled ‘One rule for us’.

Sure, since Warnie’s relationship status on Facebook was switched to ‘Liz OMFG! LOL’ She’s had a grand shot at it:

Though, the days of her leaning on our collective shoulders then telling all, again and again and again and fucking again, are nearly over. But with your help we can keep those beautiful bleach blonde locks, that vague stare and her reliance on Shane where they rightfully belong. Simply print out this image of Simone’s scone:

Cut it out:

And paste into the latest Shane Warne article:

Or just digitally cut and paste it with some sort of Photoshopy program like so:

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Today, AKTIFMAG’s cut and paste kindness gave her the gift of a new Woman’s Day cover:

But what can you do? If you can be fucked [though I don't blame you if you most likely cannot] email [aktifmag@aktifmag.com] or tweet @AKTIFMAG your effort at getting Simone’s mug into the media. We’ll send the best one [or five if anyone bothers] a @heraldsunreader booklet that’s coming out. Entries close Dec 1

[EDIT: It's done!]

And the entries are coming in so thick and fast it’s hard keeping up with them. And here they are:

A ‘Bohemian Warnie’ from C Owen who describes it as ‘Not strictly “keeping Simone Warne’s melon in the media” but it’ll have to do.’ I like your dash.

What makes this violent but fake [hopefully] entry by CYCLOPS rather special is the barb it was delivered with ‘It’s not like you’re going to get anything better’ he adds dismissively.

We have this ‘Safe for work Warniepedia’ entry from Mr Peacock who gets extra points for putting ‘Hey Shy Guy’ in the subject line.

Then we have this one from Omi who in true competition spirit tweeted ‘I started making this for the @AKTIFMAG, @heraldsunreader book comp, but got bored half way done.”

And doesn’t she just look delightful is J Baird’s entry? He gets extra points for including a horse in the photo.

Her hearts a mess, but still she refuses to lose that vague smile from the dial…..by @brokencymbal

What about this from Luke he uncovered Simone ‘doing half a Richard Nixon for the 99%’. One love.

This effort by ‘Woddy’ looks real. I guess.

Mmm, not sure what’s going on here, neither is Sal P who said ‘In keeping with the theme I really could not be fucked’. Your honesty is appreciated.

Next it’s someone called Smyths very ‘Where’s Wally’ like entry.

‘I don’t use photoshop, but it doesn’t look like anyone does who has entered’ said Kate R who gave us this masterpiece. See what I did there?

This little entry is pretty good, and one that’s sure to be tough for the judges to look past, but they might have to because I can’t remember who entered the fucker.

A very nice entry from Phaser, a very nice entry from the couple and a dashing brooch to match.

The Loliest Monk said ‘Here you go, this is for your shit comp.’ Much obliged.

Not sure what this entry means. Hang on, wait….no still don’t get it. But thanks SirCharge…..I think.

A group of Russians smiling, now I’ve seen it all, No I haven’t there’s Simone with them! Well I never.  Cheers for a top shot PetaK

And what about this entry, no seriously what about this entry. ‘I don’t even want the fucking book. Actually I don’t know why I enetred’. Thanks anyway SL and we’re glad you did. She looks so happy and so does Ricky.

Those guys. You know the ones.

When they’re not perched at the local cafe or bar they’re lurking in bookstores. But they’re not there to read. They’re there for the prey and the bookshop is the hunting ground.

They glance over a book that acts purely as an advertisement for the demented notion they have of themselves being intelligent and mysterious.

Their non-prescription black rimmed glasses sit unevenly across their nose, as they throw out deliberately performed clumsy shy smiles to any female that’s above a ‘4’ in their own sick misogynistic rating system. A system so depraved and abhorred that they’d never actually admit to using it, not even to themselves.

They are simply the worst kind of sexual predator.

And AKTIFMAG has a case study to prove it:

A female friend was approached by one we will call ‘Rueben’ when browsing a well-known book chain we will call ‘Borders’.

After a brief chat, ‘Rueben’ asked for her number. Believing his bookshop bollocks and thinking ‘he seemed nice’ she naïvely gave him her number. Big Mistake. A few days later after forgetting all about ‘Rueben’ she received this SMS:

Not knowing who this random message was from she made mistake number two by  texting back ‘I think you have the wrong number’ to which dirty little pervert ‘Rueben’ texted number two SMS:

So the Ruebster goes from confident and sex charged in his ‘break the ice’ SMS back to Mr. Clumsy Shy Bumbling Mysterious Bookstore Boy. But you cannot take the stalker out of the degenerate as he showed with the next day follow up:

After the Ruebenator received no response he obviously felt he needed to up the charm. So he sent a barrage the next day expressing those feelings of his, which started to become more than slightly scary, such as:

But as we have already learnt with this creature, the nice guy act only lasts if he has a book in his hand. Unfortunately he had something else in his hand when he SMS’d this:

So what to do about this? Maybe use them as a commercial for the Kindle? No, the only thing to do is increase our readership by at least one and get another response out of old Ruebs. After all, I’m sure he ‘feels safe’ about expressing his feelings. So we sent him this:

We feel naughty as we await….

 Now for the winner!

We asked some of Australia’s most complex and beautiful minds to help us help their fellow great thinkers in choosing the number one.

The winner was Steve Jobs quoting ‘Bernie from Boro’. His topic of insightful commentary was Derryn Hinch being restricted by court from using any form of media for 5 months.

The judges issued this group statement: ‘It’s been an amazing journey’.

Their scriptwriter then added “Bernie from Boro addresses Mr Hinch, realises that he would not be reading the comment. He then acknowledges that and proceeds to address him again for a way he can read the comment he has never read in another 5 months time. It really hurts my head”.

Steve Jobs simply said ‘It’s just fucking mental’.

Well that’s it for this year. As our judges so beautifully said-It’s been an amazing journey. Make sure you keep track of the innovative thought that excites the intellectuals on twitter @heraldsunreader . And a big thanks to everyone that’s submitted quotes such as @_struct etc. And if you can all be arsed send in any more gems you find.

Here’s numbers 45-30 http://www.aktifmag.com/if-famous-thinkers-quoted-herald-sun-readers/

and then 30-15. http://www.aktifmag.com/part-2-if-famous-thinkers-quoted-herald-sun-readers/

And the best of the rest that didn’t make the 45, that some might say were terribly unlucky not to be quoted for eternity:
“lock him up and throw away the key or lock up the victims at least they would be safe from these dirtbag”

“In the interests of protecting myself and my friends, males who practice islam should not be allowed in Australia”

“People in the country areas don’t want a woman running the country”

“If I was that officer they’d be hosing this wombat’s brains off the pavement”

“You need a licence to own a tropical bird or exotic snake yet you don’t need a license to have a child.”

“I’ve been sexually harassed more than her and I never mentioned a thing. Toughen up, princess.”

“If my son was gay I would advise him to show discretion just like Aker advises.”

“sicko’s that deserve to be executed! we don’t need those type of people in our society. drop them in the lion enclosure.”

“Whoever did this needs the death penalty and a death penalty that makes them die a slow and agonising death.”

“My dad calls Eddie McGuire Eddie Everywhere – because he has his face in just about everything”

“Time we reintroduced the death penalty with only 1 months grace between sentence & execution [For Child bullies].”

“this should be like the afl tribuneral when he looses his appeal he should be upgraded to the death penalty”

“Planking-Any clown who doesn’t have the brainpower to stay upright deserves all they get. No sympathy”

“always thought it was worth carrying a brick in your handbag”

“I really do hope that the Victorian Police will charge her. I think its called Pergury.”

“State or Federal Police in any country should have every right to remove any item of clothing”

“Going out for breakfast is just another wowser yuppie waste of time whilst all the junkies and scumbags are walking past”

“8 years? u mudt be joing!! hang the motherf****r!!!”

“LOL and other abbreviations are much easier to text while driving than spelling out the full word.”

“Whoever did this needs the death penalty and a death penalty that makes them die a slow and agonising death”

“I saw a most attractive young schoolgirl buying vodka. Dressed in an exclusive private school uniform and with heavily mascaraed eyelashes”

“I am glad the science boffins have found water on Mars because I dont like living on a planet that cuts animals in half without cause.”

If you have any submit them to aktifmag@aktifmag.com or twitter @AKTIFMAG and we’ll keep updating it, but please no more of Nick Riewoldt [if you can help it]

2012 Submissions

Submitted by Sarah D

Hey pal, three’s a crowd.

Someone had to go and send us another one of Nick, but at least it’s a cute as pie way to start 2012 AFL Players That Look Like They’re in Love. Submitted by TimY

2011 Entries

Submitted by A Ford

Submitted by kitteekat

Submitted by kadylio

 Submitted by Martin L

Submitted by kadylio

Submitted by M Nicholls

Remember you too can keep track of the innovative thought that excites the intellectuals @heraldsunreader on that twitter thingy.

[And yes again, these quotes are real]

Be sure to check in every 15 minutes or at least next week when we get around to crowning and awarding our number one. Here’s numbers 45-30:

http://www.aktifmag.com/if-famous-thinkers-quoted-herald-sun-readers/

And 15-1

http://www.aktifmag.com/the-winner-of-if-famous-thinkers-quoted-herald-sun-readers/

It’s just like Australian Idol but without music. And Andrew G. Well, we can’t be sure he didn’t make any of these comments.

Remember you too can keep track of the innovative thought that excites the intellectuals @heraldsunreader on that twitter thingy.

[Yes, these quotes are real]

Here are numbers 30-15 as we count down to that number one spot.

http://www.aktifmag.com/part-2-if-famous-thinkers-quoted-herald-sun-readers/

And 15-1

http://www.aktifmag.com/the-winner-of-if-famous-thinkers-quoted-herald-sun-readers/