In the wake of a weekend of football dominated by bone-crushing tackles and fistfights, a greta number of middle-aged men have begun to recall ‘the glory days,’ an era where ‘givin’ another bloke a broken cheekbone was just our way of saying g’day cobber.’

One such man is local student Isaac Kennedy’s (22) genuinely brain-damaged uncle - Greg Kennedy.

Far from Isaac’s leafy Hamilton upbringing, Greg repeatedly claims he was brought up in a true working-class household, dominated by ‘footy, beer, and just boys being boys… none of this soft shit we see today.’

However, as Isaac realises everytime he sees Greg forget his own name, spontaneously drop his dinner plate, or struggle to do basic addition, there were some tough side effects to Greg’s history of playing rugby league every weekend and always ‘looking to biff on with another tough c***.’

Despite the fact he sometimes forgets how to shave and just stares into the bathroom mirror for a few minutes before someone helps him, Greg relentlessly believes the biff should be brought back with a vengeance.

In a slow and sometimes painful interview with The Obiter, Greg expressed a desire to see ‘...the softies today punch on for once. Let’s see how little James Maloney does with a couple big fists to the… um, what’s the thing that sits on your neck…. um. Your, your bread? Your head? Your head! Yeah, couple punches to the head, that’s just being a bloke.’

Greg was thus very excited to see the brutal fight on Saturday night between Melbourne Storm centre, Curtis Scott, and Manly’s Dylan Walker. Watching the TV, he screamed with joy, and then cited the oft-used phrase, ‘fucken’ bullshit aye’ when Scott was sent off for the match.

An intriguing slice of life. Probably not much more to come.