The Australian Olympic swimming team was paraded on international TV (and in the newspaper) to confess about the "bonding" they did prior to the competition. It consisted of going to a movie, having dinner together, spinning swimming yarns while having a few beers, talking a sleeping pill and be in bed by 10.30pm.
I reckon they were in dire need of a director of bonding (me) instead of
public humiliation, to make sure future sessions involved speedos,
condoms, shaving gear and a couple of tubes of Veet to sort the men from
And if they had won a shitload of medals, nobody would have batted an eyelid.