Billy “The Croc” Argyros Wins 2013 APPT Melbourne Main Event

Source: PokerNews

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The latest Asia Pacific Poker Tour champion has been crowned at the Crown Poker Room in Melbourne, Australia. After five tough days of action, Aussie poker veteran Billy “The Croc” Argyros claimed victory of the 2013 APPT Melbourne Main Event.

Argyros is one of the original inductees in the Australian Poker Hall of Fame and has a poker resume which includes tracked results in each of the last four decades. Now, in 2013, Argyros has taken down one of the most prestigious titles in the country and his second largest career score.

“I haven’t won a tournament since Cleopatra was skiing down the Nile!” quipped Argyros after he took down the title and $134,500 following a three-handed deal.

2013 APPT Melbourne – Final Table Results
Place Player Prize
1 Billy Argyros $134,500*
2 Bowdy Tolhopf $166,000*
3 David Yan $133,000*
4 Ashley Mason $58,400
5 Robert Damelian $45,900
6 Joe Cabret $37,550
7 Phi Luu $29,200
8 Ravi Maravar $22,920
9 Jazz Mathers $16,650
*Denotes three-handed deal

When the APPT Melbourne Main Event final table began at midday local time, everyone was expecting it to be a very long day in the Crown Poker Room. Then, within the first hour, four players had been eliminated.

The first player to find the rail was short stack Jazz Mathers. Starting the day with around five big blinds, Mathers was happy to look down at early in the action and get all his chips in. Mathers had to come up against Ravi Maravar’s and would unfortunately hit the rail when the dealer rolled out a board.

Despite picking up extra chips when he eliminated Mathers, Maravar would be the next player to exit. Maraver first lost most of his chips when he ran his into David Yan’s , then lost the rest of them all in preflop holding against Ashley Mason’s .

Just moments after Maravar hit the rail, Phi Luu joined him. With blinds at 15,000/30,000, Luu’s final hand saw him move all in for 295,000 from under the gun holding the . Billy Argyros looked down at in the big blind and made the call. No help came for Luu and it was all over in seventh place.

Six-handed play would become five-handed very quickly as 2013 Aussie Millions runner-up Joe Cabret couldn’t turn his Day 3 “chip and a chair” story into a victory. Cabret’s final hand was a flip that he couldn’t win as his was out drawn by David Yan’s .

At this point Robert Demalian was still in contention and looking good to find another big result after making a deep run in this year’s WSOP Main Event. However, Demalian was ousted in fifth place when he was all in preflop holding the and couldn’t stay ahead of Bowdy Tolhopf’s .

Mason started the day as the chip leader, but seemed to be card dead and could never really get anything going. Eventually Mason found himself all in preflop holding the against Billy Argyros’ . The board ran out and Mason was sent out in fourth place, adding $58,400 to the $49,350 he received for winning a $1,650 Six-Max side event last week.

Just a short while later, Argyros, Yan and Tolhopf agreed ICM (independent chip model) deal. The players left $29,500 aside for the eventual champion, and because Tolhopf was a big chip leader, he locked up $156,000, while Yan received $133,000 and Argyros claimed $115,000.

The players were fairly deep stacked at the time of the deal and so it wasn’t too surprising that it would take around four hours to reach heads-up play. In the end, third place went to Yan after he took an unfortunate beat. Yan’s was all in preflop against Tolhopf’s , and he couldn’t stay ahead as a board was spread on the felt.

Argyros started the heads-up battle with a slight chip lead over Tolhopf. With $29,500 on the line, the two players decided to do another chop, with Argyros taking home $14,500, Tolhopf claiming $10,000, and $5,000 left aside for the champion.

The eventual final hand of the 2013 APPT Melbourne Main Event saw Tolhopf all in preflop holding the against the of Argyros. The final five cards spread on the felt for this tournament were , and with that Tolhopf was sent home in second place, while Argyros was the champion!

Argyros is now the second Australian Poker Hall of Fame member to win APPT Melbourne after Leo Boxell claimed victory in the 2011 APPT Melbourne Main Event.

Ο Μάνος για τον Μάρκο Βαμβακάρης

Ο Μάρκος Βαμβακάρης

Ο Μάρκος Βαμβακάρης

Ο Μάνος Ελευθερίου εξηγεί τι τον οδήγησε να καταγράψει στο βιβλίο του «Μαύρα Μάτια» τα εφιαλτικά παιδικά χρόνια του Μάρκου Βαμβακάρη στη Σύρα – κοινό γενέθλιο τόπο και των δυο τους.
«Με τον Βαμβακάρη ασχολήθηκα από την επομένη του θανάτου του» λέει ο Μάνος Ελευθερίου.

Τι σας ώθησε να ασχοληθείτε με τη ζωή του Μάρκου στη Σύρα, από τη στιγμή της γέννησής του, το 1905, έως τα 15 του, που έφυγε από το νησί;
Με τον Βαμβακάρη ασχολήθηκα από την επομένη του θανάτου του, μαζεύοντας όσα γράφτηκαν στις εφημερίδες. Λίγο μετά διάβασα την «Αυτοβιογραφία» του. Εκεί μιλάει για τον γενέθλιο τόπο του, τη Σύρα, που είναι και δικός μου. Έτσι σιγά-σιγά άρχισα να μαζεύω υλικό γι’ αυτά τα πρώτα χρόνια του, και εννοώ για την περιρρέουσα ατμόσφαιρα του νησιού και ιδιαιτέρως της Ερμούπολης. Πολλά απ’ αυτά τα κείμενα πέρασαν στο μεταξύ σε άλλα βιβλία μου για την πατρίδα μου. Την κατάλληλη στιγμή απομονώθηκαν κάμποσα και δέσανε με τη ζωή του Μάρκου, ο οποίος τα ζούσε τότε αυτά τα γεγονότα.

Δίνετε μεγάλη έμφαση στην περιρρέουσα ατμόσφαιρα της τότε συριανής κοινωνίας.
Η ατμόσφαιρα ήταν η ίδια που ανέπνεε ο Βαμβακάρης. Και τα περισσότερα πρόσωπα πρέπει να τα γνώριζε τουλάχιστον εξ όψεως. Ο τόπος ήταν μικρός.

Πρόκειται για ένα βιβλίο-ποταμό, 410 σελίδων. Μοιάζει καρπός πολλών ετών έρευνας και εργασίας…
Ουσιαστικά πρόκειται για μια συλλογή κειμένων και πληροφοριών που κράτησε σαράντα χρόνια (σ.σ.: ανάμεσά τους, περιγραφές εφημερίδων για χορούς, αστυνομικές διατάξεις, δικαστικά έγγραφα, σπάνιες φωτογραφίες και ντοκουμέντα, όπως η ληξιαρχική πράξη γέννησης του Μ.Β. κλπ). Ό,τι έγραψα εγώ και ανέπτυξα βασίζεται πάνω σε όσα είπε για τη Σύρα ο Μάρκος στην «Αυτοβιογραφία» του.
Από τρυφερή ηλικία γνώρισε όχι μόνο την παιδική εργασία (ως βαφέας σε κλωστήριο* και ως εφημεριδοπώλης**), αλλά και τη φυλακή, όπου ακολούθησε τη μητέρα του, για 15 μέρες, όταν εκείνη συνελήφθη για λαθρεμπορία τσιγαροχάρτων.***
Η τυραννική παιδική εργασία δεν ήταν αποκλειστικότητα των βιομηχάνων της Σύρας: όπου υπήρχε λιμάνι και βιομηχανία (ας πούμε Βόλος και Πάτρα) τα ίδια γίνονταν. Όσο για τη μεταφορά λαθραίων από τη μητέρα του, ήταν ανάγκη της φτώχειας που έδερνε την εργατική τάξη. «Άρτος και κρόμμυον» ήταν το φαγητό τους.****

Πόσο αυτά τα 15 πρώτα χρόνια της ζωής του πότισαν την ψυχή του Μάρκου και αργότερα έγιναν μουσική, στίχος, τραγούδι;
Δεν μπόρεσα να εντοπίσω στους στίχους του τα εφιαλτικά παιδικά του χρόνια. Ίσως τα έκρυψε στη μουσική του και, φυσικά, είναι αδύνατο να τα βρει κανείς.

Στα αποσπάσματα από την «Αυτοβιογραφία» του, που παραθέτετε στο βιβλίο, διαπιστώνετε μια «έξοχη λαλιά», μια «εξαίσια δημοτική γλώσσα»…
Είναι η «λαϊκή λαλιά» που μ’ αρέσει ιδιαίτερα. Κανένα στολίδι, κανένα επίθετο. Μάθημα για τους πεζογράφους και τους ποιητές. Δυστυχώς, και σ’ αυτό, δεν στάθηκα καλός μαθητής παρ’ όλο το θαυμασμό και την αγάπη μου.

Τι είναι, τελικά, για τον Μάνο Ελευθερίου ο Μάρκος Βαμβακάρης;

Είναι αυτό που χάρισε στον τόπο μας, χωρίς να το επιδιώξει και, κυρίως, χωρίς να το ξέρει. Βέβαια, γνώριζε την αξία του, στο τέλος πια, αλλά τα δώρα του ήταν δοσμένα πολλά χρόνια πριν.

 

* «Έφτασε και το 1912. Τότε επήραν τον πατέρα μου στρατιώτη [ο Βαμβακάρης 7 χρόνων, που σημαίνει ότι σταμάτησε το σχολείο]. Με παίρνει εμένα η μάνα και πάμε να πιάσουμε δουλειά σ’ ένα κλωστήριο, του Δεληγιάννη [το σωστό: Κ. Δηλιγιάννης & Χ. Μουχτόπουλος]. Άρχισε η δουλειά μου στο βαφείο του κλωστηρίου κι εγώ έκανα πακέτα τα νήματα. Η μάνα μου έπαιρνε τρεισήμισι δραχμές την ημέρα κι εγώ τρεισήμισι δραχμές τη βδομάδα».
(Κεφάλαιο «Η μητέρα στο κλωστήριο», σελ. 172).

** «Μαζί με μένα ήταν περίπου τριάντα παιδιά ακόμη, που όλα πουλούσαν σαν κι εμένα εφημερίδες…  Τα περισσότερα παιδιά ήταν αμφιβόλου διαγωγής. Εγώ δεν έδινα καμιά σημασία στα όσα έλεγε η μητέρα μου, διότι άρχισε να με τραβά η ζωή αυτή, που όπως απεδείχθη αργότερα ήμουν προορισμένος γι’ αυτήν. Άρχισα να γνωρίζω από κοντά τη ζωή του αλήτη, τον υπόκοσμο, την ατιμία, τη χαρτοπαιξία και όλα τα κακά της μοίρας. Γνώρισα από κοντά όλα τα παρακλάδια του υποκόσμου, άρχισε να ποτίζει κι εμένα το μικρόβιο της αλήτικης ζωής».
(Κεφάλαιο «Ανήλικοι θαμώνες καφενείων, χαρτοπαίκτες και επαιτεία», σελ. 303).

*** «Τότες οργίαζε το λαθρεμπόριο. Ο θείος μου, ο μπακάλης, έκανε κι αυτός λαθρεμπόριο ζάχαρης και τσιγαρόχαρτου. Ο πατέρας μου βοηθούσε τον κουνιάδο του, μα και η μητέρα μου βοηθούσε. Εζωνότανε σαν μπλάστρι τη ζάχαρη και το τσιγαρόχαρτο και το κουβαλούσε στην αγορά, στον Πέτσα τον μπακάλη. Από τις πολλές φορές ένας υπενωματάρχης, ο Κιράνης, την έπιασε. Μας κουβαλήσανε τότες στο κρατητήριο… Δεχτήκαμε και πήγαμε και φυλακή κι εμείς τα μωρά μαζί με τη μάνα μας, δεκαπέντε μέρες».
(Κεφάλαιο «Αποκλεισμός, λαθρεμπόριο και αποκρύψεις τροφίμων», σελ. 237).

**** «Τότε, το 1912, πριν τελειώσω την τετάρτη τάξη, πήραν τον πατέρα μου στρατιώτη και άφησα το σχολειό για να πάω με τη μάνα [μου] στη δουλειά». Ήταν τότε επτά χρόνων. «Έστω κι ένα δίφραγκο την εβδομάδα ήτανε μεγάλη δουλειά. Είχε το ψωμί τότες 35 λεπτά η οκά. Έδινες 65, 70 λεπτά κι έπαιρνες ένα διπλό ψωμί, διπλό, δυο οκάδες. Ήταν φτηνά ψωμιά, στρογγυλά, κουλούρες, φραντζόλες, άσπρο ψωμί χάσικο, φτηνό ψωμί, καλό ψωμί. Όταν αρχίνησε και γινότανε πιο ακριβή η ζωή, τότες αρχίσανε και βγάλανε το μαύρο το ψωμί…».
(Κεφάλαιο «Το ψωμί ψωμάκι», σελ. 227).

#Οι παραπομπές με αστερίσκους, που προηγούνται, είναι αποσπάσματα από την «Αυτοβιογραφία» του Μάρκου Βαμβακάρη, που παρατίθενται στο «Μαύρα Μάτια- Ο Μάρκος Βαμβακάρης και η συριανή κοινωνία στα χρόνια 1905-1920», εκδόσεις Μεταίχμιο.

Exploring Fener and Balat – the old Greek and Jewish quarters of Istanbul

The haunted streets of Istanbul

The haunted streets of Istanbul

The tour began at Çibali, where we followed the sea wall in a northerly direction along the western side of the Golden Horn. Here, in another age, stood the proud Greek Fanariot mansions – squat, medieval domiciles with pediments, domed ceilings and stairs to upper levels. They were for a period the pleasure palaces of patrician and mercantile Greek families that thrived under Ottoman rule. Now neglected and fallen into disrepair, they are surrounded by traffic on one side and the Horn on the other. Once, they had been closer to the water, but the shoreline receded in direct proportion to the street levels rising, so that these intriguing buildings appear to be stranded on traffic islands and sinking into the ground. Interestingly, the dwellings are built of alternate layers of brick and stone to withstand earthquakes.

My friend Alex and I risked our lives on a busy road to visit the church of Hagios Nikolaos. The press of a button set in forbidding masonry summoned an Orthodox woman from Antioch. She has been the caretaker for fifteen years and has, she told us, three children. She looked under the weather; nevertheless, she gave us access to a rare gem.

From a covered inner courtyard she opened a heavy door to reveal a modestly sized church with a marble iconostasis. The feeble light, struggling through high dirty windows, revealed icons of saints and the Virgin. They were almost entirely obscured by soot and a cloud of incense that hung in the air. An Epitaphio covered in wilted flowers reminded us that Greek Easter had been celebrated a week earlier. Here and there burnished colour drew the eye up to the domed ceiling hung with three chandeliers.

Spying the icon of Hagios Dimitrios in a dark corner brought on unexpected surge of nostalgia. Without thinking, I asked if I may light a candle. The woman rushed off and returned with oil and a wick so that I could light the oil lamp that hangs before my namesake. It was rather disconcerting taking part in a ceremony I hadn’t performed since childhood.

On the opposite side of the courtyard is a phenomenon: the only standing Fanariot mansion visitors can safely enter without incurring personal injury. Ascending the stairs to the second storey and wandering in the early baroque Ottoman room was heartbreaking. Here were small niches built into the wall and enclosed with elegant doors, a safe; kitchen, bedrooms, all dank and dark and filled with masonry and cobwebs. Like much of what’s left from this time, it is empty and displays a siege mentality. Certainly it is forgotten and largely unknown to the world rushing by outside.

Following the remnants of the sea wall brought us to Fener. Fresh cheese borek and tea were served by a good-natured though none-too-bright boy at a local cafe.

From there we headed up the steep street to the Fener Greek Orthodox College. Established in 1454, it’s a massive red-brick edifice that dominates the neighbourhood with the arrogance of a citadel. Looming over the houses now occupied by Anatolian peasants and Kurds, the college is the emblem of a once thriving Greek community. Now it schools a mere fifty-seven students, most of whom are from Antioch and speak mainly Turkish.

The upper storey has a sprung floor to withstand earthquakes. At the end of a long corridor is an assembly hall with murals containing examples of continued Greek presence in Asia Minor for millennia, not that those who surround the school know or care. The place has an other-wordly air, as though it’s mired in an irrelevant past. What will become of the building when the school eventually closes, as it surely must, is anyone’s guess.
On the way out we met three young Israelis searching for their roots. Nearby Balat housed a substantial Jewish population, their synagogues and bathhouses still dot the area. Listening to the young men, it seemed to me that Istanbul is the place where people come to find themselves in a shattered past. Even their words sounded haunted.

My friend Alex is scathing about the current occupants of Fener and Balat.

They have no education, no respect, no understanding and no knowledge of the area’s significance. Shoddy, slap-dash renovations abound. They stick a Koranic verse above the door and think they’ve exorcised the Christian presence. Simple folk with no understanding squat in the ruins of the Theodosian wall and in the crumbling remnants of once-grand mansions. Cats wander everywhere. Washing hangs between houses. Giant elms reach over high walls that guard disused churches.

It’s picturesque but melancholy. You feel as if every footstep is in remembrance of times past; as if life here had once been very different to what it is now. Not drained and diminished but sophisticated, cosmopolitan, lived according to forgotten daily rhythms and rituals.
The point hit home when we visited another Fanariot mansion. This one stood in a seedy park by the water; it was comparatively well-preserved. I objected when Alex pushed open a make-do gate and ushered me into a courtyard occupied by a man in religious garb.
“Why?” Alex snapped. “You have more right to be here than they do.”

Indeed, the old man had no idea why we should be interested in his remarkable hovel. His bent back, the kind, vapid smile and the hands that fiddled with worry beads brought on pity. He reminded me of my father. After a quick inspection of the graceful arched colonnade and the balcony above it, I thanked the man and guided Alex out.

As we rested in a cafe, I reflected that no Greek can visit Istanbul without feelings of intense primal loss and longing. There is a deep connection to the place. You can’t help thinking of what might have been had things worked out differently. The regret, the conflicting feelings, are so powerful, they make you catch your breath. For a minute you think that if one or two variables were to change, Greek voices might still ring in the streets instead of Turkish ones. Greeks might come down the hill on the way to church. And then you hear the muezzin’s call to prayer, first from one minaret and then a multitude, and all illusions melt. This is modern Istanbul. Not Constantinople.

* Dmetri Kakmi is a writer and editor. His book Mother Land was shortlisted for the NSW Premier’s Literary Awards. He will be speaking about the book on September 17 at 10.00 am at the Collingwood Library, 11 Station St Abbotsford.

November is the month Australia will see Greek singing legend Glykeria tour again

Glykeria is coming to town

November is the month Australia will see Greek singing legend Glykeria tour again with Cretan musician Mihalis Tzouganakis

Glykeria is coming to town

The icon herself, Glykeria.

November is the month Australia will see Greek singing legend Glykeria tour again. The songstress will be back to perform to Australian audiences, with tour dates to be announced but a Melbourne show locked in for 30 November. This time the icon will be touring with Cretan musician Mihalis Tzouganakis.

Glykeria was born into a musical family in Serres. She started her career in Athens in 1974, playing in the tavern Leto in Plaka. In the ’80s, she released her first solo album, ‘Ta Smyrneika’, featuring traditional songs from Asia Minor which caused a stir in the industry, showcasing Glykeria’s unique voice to the nation.

During the following years, Glykeria performed at well-known clubs and bouzoukia, gaining momentum and many fans, and collaborating with other well-known singers, including the legendary George Dalaras.

Glykeria will perform with Mihalis Tzouganakis at Melbourne Pavilion on 30 November. Tickets start at $99 and for bookings contact Theo on 0433 318 318 or Chrissa 0413 131 888.

Greece 70th in world happiness index

Sources: ekathimerini, UN

Greece ranked a little above the middle in the 70th position among 156 countries in the United Nations’ first-ever World Happiness Report

Greece ranked a little above the middle in the 70th position among 156 countries in the United Nations’ first-ever World Happiness Report, drafted by the Sustainable Development Solutions Network and published this week.

Greece also came second behind Egypt in the dramatic decline of their happiness index from pre-crisis levels, according to the report, which compared the period of 2005-2007 with that of 2010-2012. Crisis-hit European peers in Spain came sixth in deteriorating happiness, the Italians came eighth and the Portuguese ranked in 12th place.

Ranking happiness on a scale of 0-10, the survey of 156 nations measured factors such as wealth, political freedom, strong social networks and an absence of corruption. On an individual level, good mental and physical health, someone to rely on, job security and stable families are also crucial factors that are taken into account for measuring well-being and happiness.

The world happiness average, according to the UN report, is 5.1 points, with Greece scoring a slightly higher 5.4 points at the 70th spot.

The least happy people in the world are found in poor Sub-Saharan African countries such as Togo, Benin, Central African Republic and Sierra Leone, while the happiest people are in northern Europe, and especially in Denmark, Norway, Finland and The Netherlands, where the average life evaluation score came to 7.6 on the 0-to-10 scale. This year’s report finds that Canada is in sixth place and Australia in 10th place. The US is ranked at 17th, UK at 22nd while France was at 25th and Germany 26th.

Greece’s neighbours Cyprus and Albania have happier people than Greece, ranking in the 34th and 62nd spots respectively, though Turks are more unhappy than Greeks at 77th place.

Slimy Australian animal the blobfish named world’s ugliest

Source: News

The Blobfish lives off the coast of Australia. Picture: Supplied

The Blobfish lives off the coast of Australia. Picture: Supplied

THE blobfish, a denizen of the Pacific, including Australia, that looks like a bald, grumpy old man, has been named the world’s ugliest animal, organisers of the offbeat competition say.

More than 3000 people contributed to an online poll aimed at raising awareness of unsightly species that play an important role in the ecological web.

The blobfish, a squidgy pink creature capable of enduring otherwise crushing pressures at great depth, is becoming a casualty of deep-sea trawling.

It was a clear winner, snatching 795 votes, said Coralie Young of the British Science Association, which announced the results at an annual festival in Newcastle, north-eastern England.

Runner-up was the kakapo, a rare flightless owl-like parrot that lives in New Zealand, and third was the axolotl, a Mexican amphibian also called the ‘walking fish’.

Other candidates were the proboscis monkey, which has red genitalia, a big nose and a pot belly, and the Titicaca water frog, which also goes under the less-than-scientific moniker of ‘scrotum frog’.

A total of 88,000 people visited the website where the polling took place, reflecting wide interest in the issue, Young said. “It’s a lighthearted way to make people think about conservation.”

The blobfish’s reward is to be enshrined as the official mascot of the Ugly Animal Preservation Society, a loose association of stand-up comedians who humorously champion endangered but visually unappealing species.

“The Ugly Animal Preservation Society is dedicated to raising the profile of some of Mother Nature’s more aesthetically challenged children,” it says on its website.

“The panda gets too much attention.”

 

The Aye Aye is a lemur native to Madagascar. Picture: AP

The Aye Aye is a lemur native to Madagascar. Picture: AP

 

Pig Nosed Turle. Picture: Nerdcoregirl, Flickr

Pig Nosed Turle. Picture: Nerdcoregirl, Flickr

Ethiopian man claims he is 160 years old and can recall the Italian invasion of his country in 1895

Source: TheDailyTelegraph

Is this the world's oldest man at 160?

Ethiopian farmer Dhaqabo Ebba claims to be a staggering 160 years old, which would make him the world’s oldest living man.

MANY people won’t be aware of Italy’s invasion of Ethiopia in 1895, but one man doesn’t just know about the battle – he claims to have lived through it.

Retired farmer Dhaqabo Ebba, from Ethiopia, says he is a staggering 160 years old, which would make him the world’s oldest living man.

He claims to have clear memories of Italy’s invasion of his country in the 19th century – however, there is no birth certificate to prove his age.

 

oldest woman

Japan’s 114-year-old Misao Okawa poses with the Guinness World Records certificate of the world’s oldest woman. Picture: AP

In a statement to Oromiya TV, he provided so much detail on the history of his local area that reporter Mohammed Ademo became convinced that Mr Ebba must be at least 160 years old.

This would make him 46 years older than the oldest ever recorded man.

‘When Italy invaded Ethiopia I had two wives, and my son was old enough to herd cattle’, said Mr Ebba.

He then recounted his eight-day horseback rides to Addis Ababa as a child – a journey that takes only a few hours today.

 

IF Mr Ebba's claims are true he will knock off the previous titleholder Jeanne Calment, 122. Picture: AFP

IF Mr Ebba’s claims are true he will knock off the previous titleholder Jeanne Calment, 122. Picture: AFP

As Mr Ebba grew up in an oral society, there is no paper trail and no living witnesses to verify his age.

However, if his claim can be medically confirmed, he would oust 115-year-old Misao Okawa, who is currently recognised by the Guinness World Records as the world’s oldest living person.

He would also overtake French woman Jeanne Calment as the oldest person to have ever lived.

Ms Calment died in 1997 at the age of 122.

The last man confirmed to have lived in the 19th century was Jiroemon Kimura, who was born in Japan on April 19, 1897.

Jiroemon Kimura smiling as he celebrates his 116th birthday, he died in June this year. Picture: AFP

Jiroemon Kimura smiling as he celebrates his 116th birthday, he died in June this year. Picture: AFP

 

He died in June this year at the age of 116 – making him the longest-living man in history.

Mr Kimura, who lived in Kyotango, Japan, left behind seven children, 14 grandchildren, 25 great-grandchildren and 15 great-great-grandchildren.

According to 2011 government data, Japan has more than 50,000 centenarians, reinforcing its reputation for longevity.