and an old pintculture article (not mine) from back in the old days

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Even casual readers of Pintculture will be aware of the editorial directives regarding Joel Griffiths. Similar to John Laws uttering “Qantas” and “Telstra” every five words, each paragraph posted on Pintculture must mention Joel Griffiths at least once overtly, and contain at least three anagrams of Joel Griffiths (e.g. “ghost Jif filer” ; “frig his jot elf”).

Now, urban legend would have it that this reporting bias was borne deep in the bowels of Pintculture HQ, where Joel wooed the boardroom fat-cats with cigars packed and rolled by Castro himself, beers at least two and a half times better than VB (!), and his superior knowledge of the Force which, while we’re on the subject, is what allows him to grow that rather excellently evil moustache of his.

Clearly, this is pure fantasy - the seduction of Pintculture was far more subtle, understated; an “undressing you with his eyes” type process. With each awkward-looking run at goal, each dramatic rotation on the ground, each tirade at Matthew Breeze, the Pintculture infatuation with JG intensified.

At first, the feelings were strange, yet titillating, but racked with doubt (e.g. “what are we doing…this guy is a complete douche….or, is he everything we’ve ever wanted?”).

Back then, liking Joel Griffiths was akin to enjoying Deal or No Deal; wanting to yell “Booyah!” at the TV with all your heart for every briefcase opening and/or scything run, but knowing that you’d feel dirty almost instantly after. Soon, the guilt began to fade, and engaging in Griffophilia was commonplace at workstations across Pintculture HQ.

Chief Griffophile, Vic Colfari, while high on a particularly paint-thinner-heavy batch of Griff-stal meth, caused a storm during the latest round of Australian Idol auditions with his power ballad “Joel Fills My Soul”, only to be edited out in production after he commented innocently to Marcia Hines, “what do you reckon about that Denni bloke? ****ing shit, ey?”.

What’s my sodding point you ask?