Russell on the left, Wayne in the middle. No recollection of who took the photo, perhaps it was Wayne’s sister, Danielle. Danielle. She who never showed an interest in the fifteen year-old boy gazing at the camera so intently.
Russell was the big kid every group of small boys needed when they disturbed another group’s turf, like South Bondi, where we eventually prevailed, or the Maroubra Stomp where the sport was to wait for Wayne to pick a girl to dance (?) with then move in on him.
We climbed down and back every accessible cliff between the Gap and the North Bondi sewer pipe, spearfished from Watsons Bay to Little Bay, dug and crawled our way into deserted WW2 defensive harbour tunnels in Camp Cove, fished from piers, jetties, rocks and rowboats. Then there were the countless days we surfed together.
Wayne reckons there’s a book in it, I’m just hoping his memory for those far off days is better then mine, though I do remember the names of all his girlfriends.
It’s not often we get a glimpse such as this of the generation before ours, and partway into it I watched those kids coming out of Bondi Public and heading for the beach – looking for the ones with no shoes, then I looked at their sun-bitten faces and saw Bondi written all over them.
Then there was the babes … and a handy demo of toothpick directionals. The Palatial Bondi Hotel. The kid who wouldn’t get out of the panorama beach shot. A beach inspector telling two grown men wrestling in the sand to pull their heads in. It’s all here …
Lifted this from Bondi Longboarders FB .. thanks for finding it.
Fined $500 yesterday for not wearing a mask in Manly … says he’ll be glad when the dob in mindset is over .. reckons it’s un-Australian, forgetting the covid infected woman who bolted isolation from Strathfield on a train with her two kids the other day and was taken off in Port Mac together with everybody else in her carriage after someone called the cops – now all of them are in quarantine. Much better we be like Tone and let the virus rip, you reckon? Lock-ups be buggered.
It’s two o clock in the morning and a little sleep apnea kicks in and you don’t know it but your breathing is getting ragged .. and in a little while the adenoids do a complete clog-up and all incoming and outgoing breath is withheld.
Just for a couple of seconds, maybe ten? That’s when the dream kicks in, which is really a vivid full colour nightmare and I’m swimming out in water two foot deep and looking up at a wave so seriously deadly, so impossibly thick, so high, so purposeful I know it’s going to be the end of me when it finally crushes down and buries me forever.
Tim Bonython has the same nightmares, well maybe because he photographs blokes living it and he must know that like all things imagined, the reality is worse.
“Research published in the New England Journal of Medicine on Wednesday showed the vaccines were highly effective against the Delta variant, now the dominant strain worldwide, provided a person had received two shots.”