NOW if Mick McDonald thought he could get me out of writing retirement he has been successful!
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I refer to his comments from "My Shout" July 2 in which he refers, even 14 years later, in a derogatory manner to the last sport in which I immersed myself, namely synchronised swimming.
I am also bitterly disappointed, nay even shocked, to hear he is not prepared to cavort on stage doing the fandango on August 2 at the Relay for Life gig at Club Old Bar. Indeed the fact that the organisers were willing to kit him out in little polka dot swimmers makes his behaviour totally unacceptable, no matter how much money he is prepared to fork out!
Has he any idea how much anyone would pay to see him twirling upside down and smiling, whether inanely or not, in a pair of white satin, polka dotted budgie smugglers? I guess not! A repeat performance at the Old Bar Festival on the long weekend in October would bring in thousands from far and wide.
Why am I upset? Synchronised swimming requires strength, first and foremost. One has to work hard to stay under water, with lungs full of air for a few seconds, let alone stay there for two or three sessions of up to a minute in one routine.
One also has to contort the body into positions not natural on land, and has to have the creativity of a Torvil or Deane to create sequences of the same length.
I believe synchronised swimming is comparable to figure skating and rhythmic symnastics and should not be trivialised.
So I say do the fundraiser Mick! Put some light and laughter in our lives, we have had enough of roads, bridges and shop closures. Then practice with the nose clip so you can emulate the inane grin.
Finally! Yes! I read your column every week. I have read it since years ago you wrote about the state of your desk and then I looked at my own!
Brenda Smith
Oxley Island