The Break Room
The patient
Meg Crawford and husband Andy
The concept
Harness your inner hooligan, smash the shit out of stuff with a baseball bat and feel tension drop away.
The experience
I suit up in coveralls, gloves, and a welder’s mask before entering the purpose-built 4x4 metre Break Room. There’s a reinforced window on one side for your mates to watch you while you lose your rag, a brick wall at the rear and a dinged up metal stool in the middle. I’m given a baseball bat and a milk crate full of unwanted glassware and crockery and left to go nuts. The only things I’m not allowed to wreck are myself and the milk crate. AC/DC provides a suitable soundtrack as I smash my way through the next ten minutes.
The wellbeing factor: me: 1/5; my partner in crime: 5/5
I felt guilty about breaking perfectly good homewares and paying nigh on 100 bucks for the privilege. My partner had no such compunction – he roared in with a battle cry (“Fuck you Port Adelaide!”) and came out sweaty and satisfied.
The Break Room. Collingwood Mastercraft, 29 Budd St, Collingwood 3066. www.thebreakroom.com.au. Various times. $50 for single pass-$450 group of ten.