Thursday, 9 February 2006 10:11 pm
My problem with Melbourne Cricket Club membership has little to do with women. It's much more to do with the clearly anachronistic name of the club and the ground over which it presides. I would gladly wait the 15 years to reach the top of the list, which would pleasantly coincide with retirement. All those days at the cricket watching the ball and willow, feigning disgust with the masses in Bay 13, and sipping sherry with the bluebloods in the longroom. However I'm bored silly by football. (Yes we do exist, yeah even in Victoria.) And with only 7 days of cricket played at the G last year, and probably fewer this year, my annual membership subscription wouldn't cover the tickets. Guess I'll just while my twilight years chanting "You are a wanker."