So how do you start a secret society?
I guess you start by assembling a group of like-minded individuals with a common aim – rule the universe, govern Burkina Faso or maybe start a Pamela Anderson fan club.
In our case it was born out of drinking and a nostalgic view of idyllic times in the summer of our youth. If only we could recreate that feeling we would become immortal. Actually we just thought it would be a good idea to go to the beach on a Sunday morning but felt the primeval male need to clothe it in a shroud of secrecy.
It then assumed a life of its own and the riposte would be:
“So you’re not going to SECRET MEN’S BUSINESS?”, in response to:
“I don’t feel like going to the beach today”.
Weighty responsibilities indeed.
To start a secret society you need;
- A meeting place
- A slogan
- A discreet uniform so that members can recognise each other (“But wait”, I hear you say, “how can your society remain secret, if you have a uniform?” – this is one of the great mysteries of life – secret societies don’t really want to remain secret)
- Secret names, so that if your phone is tapped, the authorities will have difficulty in establishing your true identity – never mind that they can find you at the same time, same place every Sunday in a costume that would get you arrested if you strayed more than 100 metres from the beach.
- Bizarre rituals, including an initiation ceremony.
Bizarre ritual – looks like she’s going to
attack his coyotes with a garlic crusher
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