As Banjo Paterson noted - there’s something very Australian, in fact primordial, about lining up with your mates each mounted on half a tonne of horseflesh, sticks in hand, cantering forward to meet mounted opponents to battle over a hard ball.
This is how I spend every waking hour possible; playing polo. It’s an addiction - but I’m not a wanker. Au contraire.
On Fridays, I used to count down the hours to beer o’clock with work mates at the Crown hotel. Now I’m up at 4am to start work at 5am to leave at 2pm so I can drive an hour to the country for afternoon chukkas.
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