yes, this is as odd as it seems...we were at a christmas do/barbecue, kindly hosted by one of james' colleagues vicky and it had got to that point in the night where it was late but no-one quite wanted to be the first to give in and go to bed, thus breaking the mood for everyone
so, vicky's husband, darryl, brought out a cardboard box and explained thus...the box goes on the ground and the contestants have to pick it up with their teeth, keeping one leg at all times straight. once everyone has had a go, he will cut an inch off the box and everyone tries again. as the game goes on, the box gets lower and lower...the game commenced and the only female contestant (i was keeping well out of it) was sadly hampered by her clothing, at one point being obliged to wear a towel around her middle to preserve her dignity as she lowered herself to pick up the box. she gave it a good go, though but eventually threw the towel in (ha ha ha ha ha ha) and let her boyfriend, shane and james battle it out. shane emerged victorious, seeing off james easily being able to get the box of the ground when thhere was merely a flat panel resting there. this may sound easy enough but i challenge you all to try, you know who i mean, Paul. and i want photographic evidence.
the next sporting challenge just looked painful. as you can see, the participants are balanced on 3 bar stools and then they have to pass the middle one around there body as many times as they can. phil triumphed at this (guy in blue t-shirt) despite having bowed out of the box competition at fairly early stage (although he stated that he had achieved a personal best at the box game). after this the party broke up so that people could apply neck braces and take painkillers. i just chronicle the events...or does my act of observing these aussie rituals 
alter them irrevocably, who knows....schrodingers kangaroo has a lot to answer for.
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