The Infamous Broadway Clock incident (D16)

MAIN NEWS OF THE DAY Brought to you by the Daily Telegraph: The infamous Broadway clock tower rendezvous may be an act of indecency, according to police, but it appears Sydney's men are filled with admiration.

Several wanted to claim responsibility for the steamy encounter, or nominate a mate as the culprit. But, according to police yesterday, not a single witness to the naked clocktower clinch has lodged a complaint, meaning police were not currently investigating it.

"Obviously it is something we would look into as an act of indecency," Inspector Bell said. "We often get cases like it in Hyde Park or Belmore Park. If we're told about it we'll grab them."

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Meanwhile former Miss Universe Australia, Erin McNaught, has had to undergo emergency surgery after an accident while shooting a story for [Channel] Nine's Cybershack program.

HOURS before his trashed hotel room was found, Matthew Newton [who he?]threw airline staff into a panic after he mysteriously got off a flight just before take off.

Abducted Aussie journalist Nigel Brennan has been freed from a terrifying ordeal of reported torture and cruelty at the hands of the world's most evil kidnappers in Somalia. $ 1,000,000 ransom has been paid to the captors for his release.

Critics reckon Willie Mason's NRL career is headed south, and they just might be proven right. The big Rooster has had talks with the Dragons and Storm.

Malcolm Turnbull, opposition leader has promised to be less abrasive. Apparently he's been horrid to people in his own party. Kevin Rudd [PM], who speaks fluent Mandarin according to my friend Ade, said 'I don't give a Peking Duck' (only kidding)

Breaking NEWS 8:15AM A MAJOR air and sea search has begun today for a young man feared drowned after he and his Sydney mate went swimming late last night at Schoolies Week.

The weather forecast is for mainly sunny spells with temperatures 16-20 degrees.

With all this going on I am persuaded that if I should have my time again it would be spent in Sydney. It is my favourite of all the cities in the world. Except Manchester of course, which is my home. Talking of which we went to see a British Comic, whose name just escapes me, at the famous Sydney Opera House. He was doing an amusing monologue rather than stand up. He's apparently a famous stand up comedian in the UK, at the Edingurgh Fringe, no less. I had to say I'd not heard of him myself. His name will come to me in a second. But his piece was about his relationship with his rented flat 66A Church Road, Crystal Palace. It was funny, as also quite moving, how he ultimately had to leave it and how he felt he hadn't really tried all he could to stay, and how the landlord had ruined His Home by the botched renovations of it. It was about the nature of 'home'. It's the sort of thing that you had to be there for, if you know what I mean.

Earlier in the day Viv had taken me to what I think is one of the Top Ten most beautiful places in the World. Bradley's head. It is a small beach opposite the main Circular Harbour and overlooks the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. The sky is a piercing blue, no clouds, no aeroplane tracks, just blue. The sea more of a bright opaque turquoise. The white-sailed boats follow each other like rows of ducklings trying to keep up. Occasionally a passenger boat carves up the bay with a frothy white streak which then melts away. An old style replica Elizabethan boat, no doubt carrying tourists, passes in front of the Opera House. Where did it go? Oh there it is again.

Above the beach is Athol Hall, an old but well maintained colonial house, where lovers meet for secret liaisons, and Sydneysiders come to revel on New Years Eve and see the fireworks from the Bridge. Viv's daughter, Rachel, had her reception here. A Cat pulls up on the jetty and a wedding party alight. They're going to be here a while.

Daniel Kitsen, that's his name. He made me feel rather nostalgic and home sick. You had to be there.