At the end of Zac's last night a few of us were gathered round the coffee bar talking. The conversation went from neighbours to Neighbours to weight watching to exercise. Nic said he tried to go for a run once a week. I said, 'I can't run.'
'Of course you can run.'
'No, I'm the wrong shape for running. I have to hold my arms across my chest if I run.'
A discussion followed that involved chicken wire bras and Madonna. Steve, who'd been arguing that a little discomfort was a small price to pay, was getting up to leave, just as Sean, who'd been half-listening while carrying on another conversation, joined in with the suggestion, 'Beach volleyball.' Steve sat down again.
What is it with men and beach volleyball?!!