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IN last Sunday’s Sun-Herald, there was an interesting article in one of the many magazines that fall out at inopportune times.
This article was about a group in Melbourne called "Reclaim the Pants", which basically consists of a group of blokes sitting down at a pub, having a feed and a few drinks, and basically talking crap.
If this doesn’t endear you to them (and believe me it sounded good already), then their creed would surely appeal to most Australian men.
"I believe in a world where no one has to get up off their fat arse, where empty pontifications are duly admired, where the principle of all-talk-no-action prevails, and where these truths are held to be self-evident, so help me God."
Spectacular, isn’t it?
The best thing about this group is that you have to have a y chromosome to join in. If you’re not male, you’re not going.
To me it sort of seems like a sporting club for those that don’t get the chance to play sport for one reason or another.
In the sporting clubs I’ve played for, after training or after the game is always a great time to sit with your mates and talk absolute shit.
Not pretend shit, or that serious, semi-non-humorous talk that you have to do when the missus is around, but pure, unadulterated shit.
Because let’s face it, men do talk a lot of shit when they’re together.
An example in the article was about which was Spandau Ballet’s greatest hit - Gold or True (the first-mentioned was way better).
And that’s basically what we do.
Sure, there’s always the occasional period of introspection that happens when one of your number is going through a bad time, but the rest of it is basic nothingness.
This is actually quite a good thing - crapping on about the differences between Warney and Magilla or who is the best-looking of the pop princesses gallivanting around the place sure beats sitting at home moping because the footy doesn’t start until some other garbage finishes.
For some of us, talking shit is the best way we have of releasing the stresses that modern life seems to throw at us.
There was going to be more, but I’ve just realised the Tsunami Appeal cricket match is on, and Ricky Ponting and Brian Lara are batting against Muttiah Muralitharan.
Good thing to watch, crap thing to cause it.