spendius, at a time he should have been in the pub, wrote:What it may be is that I have been going in pubs since I was 18 and I played a lot of team games in my formative years. Those are those years leading up to meeting Ayesha.
My young years weren't spent on that kind of formative matters, but I achieved the same purpose, meeting Ayesha, and have been doing so since then.
and then, in an attempt to be jocous, spendius wrote:In team games the misfortunes of others are laughed at assuming it's nothing serious. When a batsman gets hit on the "box", which is a protective item similar to a stripper's thongy except it has a steel gusset and is more pronounced, with a 92 mph delivery that bounces sharply, everybody laughs. The batsman is lying on the ground with the physio spraying that freeze pain killer on his balls and on the big screen they are showing a re-run, often a few, and the crowd does a mass sarcastic "OOOOOOwhh" at the moment of impact a split second before he doubles up in agony. This sort of attitude pervades all male team games.
This is the kind of drivel that enlightens the mobs.. I never even had a smile at this.
but, maybe because he was late to the pub, spendius wrote:In the pub in mixed company all other men are rivals to be shot down in flames and made to look ridiculous which is easy because they are ridiculous. I suppose it is a form of male display and, as such, fully in accord with Darwinian principles which I understood you embraced.
From what you previously wrote in other threads, you are "oxymoroning" a lot here, spendi!
If I'm embracing Darwinian principles or not shouldn't be of some concern, as you are the one displaying your manlyhood by, in your feeble attemps, trying to ridiculise other posters.
You need to put more conviction in you assertions..
shifting to his pet subject, spendius wrote:And we are in mixed company on here. Ladies like to see men do battle and if the side you seem to be representing here impresses them more than I do well- good luck to you. The sort of lady who is impressed by the polite mush of contactless sociability and rote learned pleasantries I wouldn't take to the wash-house.
What you think ladies are is of little importance. What they think they are, yes, that matters!
trying to show the superior pub culture, spendius wrote:If you tried going in pubs with a bunch of football hooligans and Barmy Army fanatics, or even studying the beer and motor car adverts they show during televised matches, you would soon see that I am not in the least eccentric.
I'm not the least tempted by such..
and finally, spendius wrote:I've heard that if you go to Burma, a military dictatorship by the way, with a tin of condensed milk you can easily prevent anyone saying anything to you even mildy abrasive.
I've not been to Myanmar, but I have been to many others countries and been exposed to many cultures and dramatic situations.
Do you have an idea what one feels like in the absolute silence of the Namibe desert?
Well, the pub's noise seems surreal..
