My three little boys are amusing the New Zealand Falcons by mimicking their stretching exercises when a bloke from the adjoining golf club, nudging 70, leans against the chain-link fence, and says: “Excuse me, mate. Are all these blokes gay?” “Yes, mate, just about,” I reply. “They’re from all over. London, Ireland. All over America. Canada. This mob here’s from New Zealand. On the field you’ve got Sydney Convicts and Chicago Dragons.” “Fair dinkum,” says our man. “Never thought there’d be that many gay blokes who played rugby. Some bloody big boys out there.” Then, as you’re half-expecting a quip one might hear from a chap of this chap’s vintage, he adds: “Good on ’em. Good luck to ’em.”
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 06:10:40 +0000
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