another sterling piece from the late show (oz)
lampooning the shitful 'the coolangatta gold'
with all its macho horseshit, bleach bodies and lame chest thumping nonsense
it also riffs on strayas desperation for international respect
via its supposed sporting prowess
and the tacky half hearted, nationalistic, hollow attempts at lauding athletes who dont quite make the top step of the podium.
tis such a pity it was never made into a full movie.
it would have been a corker!
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