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4 Mud Wrestling
In another story (Holiday jobs), I describe two sorts of female dance acts. One is
performed with the clothes on and the other ends with the clothes off. Mud
wrestling provides a halfway house between the two. I was introduced to the
sport by some young ladies at my hostel.
The wrestling took place in a local beer garden and was open to female contestants.
Prizes were awarded to victor and vanquished alike and preference given to buxom
girls in floppy tops.
The prizes came in the form of medallions that could be exchanged for cash at the
bar. As the girls said, no work visa was required and there was no need to disclose
anything to the income tax office. Before long they were part of the regular act.
One night they invited me along to watch. I arrived at the appointed hour and was
shown to a table beside a large plastic paddling pool. I ordered a beer and watched as
a woman in black leotards tipped dark powder into the pool. It came in sacks with
writing saying it was good for the complexion and removed wrinkles.
The leotard lady smoothed the powder, sprinkled it with water and sloshed it around
until it had the constituency of wet toothpaste. By now a large crowd had gathered and
more people were streaming in from the street. I was hugely impressed. The hotel
had gone bust a few months earlier. The new owners certainly knew how to get things
"Ladies. Your attention, please ..."
The leotard lady picked up a microphone and announced that a bath of health-giving
organic balm had been prepared for the night's contest.
"The challenger is Helenna from Helsinki!"
She pointed to one of my girls: a big lass, called Joanne, who came from Perth.
"She will be fighting last night's champion ... Priscilla from Paris."
Neither girl was using her real name . That's important in this sort of contest. The
aim is to entertain and you shouldn't care a sod whether you win or lose. If you do