Former News Anchor & Presenter BBC World News. 30yrs in TV news & 22+yrs at the BBC. Conference host & moderator. Open to projects. ❤️ the Airline industry ✈️
I guess it’s time to share something with you. This week will be my very last show at the BBC. After 30yrs in TV news & 22.5 of them at the BBC it’s time to close this chapter! For those who’ve enjoyed my shows over the years I say THANK YOU! ❤️
It’s been an honour & a privilege
I love this country. That's why I won't stop talking about what's destroying it. We have to remember what it was like." —Karl Stefanovic’s story
I really love this short story. 🇦🇺❤️
My wife and I spent several months fighting for our most precious girl
We did everything but on Dec 21 we had to make the most painful decision ever to put her to rest😭
Today we picked up her ashes
The pain & loss is excruciating
#ragdoll#cat#pets 💔
https://t.co/I5l5Z8eXuZ
Something is very wrong with the Australian economy.
We are one of the most resource-rich countries on earth.
We feed the world.
We power the world.
We export staggering amounts of wealth every year.
Yet Australians feel poorer than ever.
Energy prices rising in an energy superpower.
Housing unaffordable in a land of abundance.
And our entire supply chain so fragile that one serious war in the Middle East could stop trucks across Australia.
Something in this country just doesn’t add up and we all know it.
#AustraliaFirst
Just in case you don’t know:
If you want to see a global crisis, let Australia run out of fuel…
Did you know that Australia is the 22nd largest exporter on earth.
15th largest country by measure of GDP.
As far as minerals go, we are the 3rd largest exporter of minerals on earth but per capita, we are by far the largest.
We are the 3rd largest overall energy exporter on the planet, largest of the OECD countries.
We are the Largest exporter of iron ore #1
$87,700,000,000
87.7 billion dollars or 55.9% of the global total.
Largest lithium producer #1
61,000 tons
46.9% of global supply.
Largest exporter of zinc #1
$2,2100,000,000
2.21 billion dollars
Largest exporter for barley #1
$2,370,000,000
2.37 billion dollars
Largest exporter for Bauxite #1
110 million tonnes
Largest exporters of Liquid Natural Gas #1 in volume
#3 in revenue.
$27,400,000,000
27.4 billion dollars
Largest wheat exporter #1
$10,200,000,000
Largest exporter of sheep #1
49% of global supply
$1,500,000,000
Largest exporter of opals #1
90% of global supply.
Largest exporter of manganese #1
$1,390,000,000
2nd Largest beef exporter after Brazil. 12 billion dollars.
$12,200,000,000
2nd Largest gold exporter #2
310 tons annually
34.2 billion dollars
3rd Largest grain exporter #3
14% of global supply.
Large exporter of copper #3
$64,200,000,000 - 7.1%
2nd largest exporter of uranium. #2
4.1 billion tonnes
We have 30% of the known global uranium reserves.
5th Largest exporter of silver #5
Number 8 exporter of aluminium #8
$4.1 billion dollars
4.5% of global supply
26th Largest exporter of oil #26
$7,540,000,000
$7.54 billion dollars
Australia is the 4th Largest coal producer of coal on earth.
We are the Largest coal exporter on earth. 50% of worlds sea born coal comes from Australia.
150 million coming from the mighty Hunter which is the largest single coal export port on earth.
It is completely irresponsible to allow a country that feeds and powers the world to get into a situation where we may need to pull up trucks because we have a fuel shortage…
And you still have to work and get only 50% of your earnings?
You kidding me!
Where’s the money?
@chadwickian OK - so bring in the mine sweepers and clear the waters - it’s only a small stretch of waterway ……. and then do the escorts?
Again…… I’m no military/Navy man 🤣
I’ve been wondering - why can’t the allies navies escort the ships through to protect? Also a few jets in the air over top?
Like the WW2 Atlantic convoy days
Surely that’d work and get the oil ships through. Maybe I’m wrong 🤷♂️
I have a serious question.
Explain it to me like I’m 5.
The U.S. Navy isn’t able to eliminate Iran’s ability to complete blockade a 10 mile wide strait?
You’re telling me that anybody with access to a couple hundred unmanned drones and a few dozen sea mines can outmatch the entire US Navy?
@KathyLette Aww Kathy - you’ve made me homesick
I was born and raised in #cronulla
I bloody loved that place back then
Best of luck with your next book x
@Matkins2021 I just love this Cheron - you’re so spot on with every word delivered!
Just a beautiful dialogue…..
Thank you so much for posting ♥️♥️🇦🇺🇦🇺
Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday
January 28, 2026.
Alan Alda turned 90.
His family planned a safe celebration at home.
Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.
Alan said no.
“I don’t want a party,” he said.
His daughter frowned.
“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”
“I know,” Alan said.
“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”
“Then where?”
Alan didn’t hesitate.
“I want to go to the beach.”
The room went still.
“The beach?”
“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”
“You can barely stand.”
Alan smiled.
That smile.
The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.
“So?”
By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.
“The four of us,” he said.
“The last four.”
Gary Burghoff.
Jamie Farr.
Mike Farrell.
And himself.
The final survivors of the 4077th.
“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.
“Just us.”
The phone calls began.
Gary answered first.
“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”
“Thanks. I need you to drive.”
“Drive where?”
“To the beach.”
A pause.
“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”
“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”
Gary laughed.
That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.
“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”
“I’ll crawl if I have to.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”
Jamie Farr was next.
“The beach?” Jamie said.
“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”
“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”
“Like a parade?”
“Like a victory lap.”
Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.
“You haven’t changed since 1972.”
“And you’re still Klinger.”
“Fine. I’m in.”
Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.
“Let me guess,” he said.
“You want me to push your wheelchair.”
“Yes.”
“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”
“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.
“You’ll manage.”
Long pause.
“…Fine.”
January 28. 6:00 a.m.
Gary arrived in a rented van.
Two wheelchair spaces.
He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.
“Dad, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“What if something happens?”
“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.
“Might as well happen at the beach.”
Jamie was waiting outside his house.
Wheelchair. Sunglasses.
Hawaiian shirt.
“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.
“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.
“The 4077th always matched.”
Mike showed up next.
Also in a Hawaiian shirt.
Four old men.
One van.
Heading west.
On the drive, memories filled the air.
Harry driving too fast.
Larry bringing his own wine.
Radar making everyone cry.
Klinger never sleeping.
When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.
After it ended, Alan said quietly,
“That song used to annoy me.”
“Now?”
“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”
At Malibu, reality hit.
Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.
Jamie grumbled.
Mike rubbed his back.
Alan stared at the ocean.
Gary disappeared.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.
One lifeguard whispered,
“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”
It took time.
Transfers were slow.
Hands trembled.
Bones protested.
But they made it.
To the water.
Alan closed his eyes.
The sound of waves.
Salt in the air.
Sun on his face.
“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.
They talked about the ones who weren’t there.
McLean.
Wayne.
Larry.
Harry.
Bill.
David.
Loretta.
Jamie finally broke the silence.
“Let’s race.”
Two wheelchairs.
Two pushers.
One rock.
They raced.
They tied.
People on the beach stared.
A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”
His mother said, “Living.”
As the sun set, Alan spoke.
“This might be the last time.”
No one argued.
“That’s why it matters,” he said.
“Because we know.”
He made a wish.
“One more year.”
“One more adventure.”
“Korea. Together.”
They promised.