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bring back the bliss

Remember the bliss of riding a wave, a long uncrowded wave on some lonesome stretch of coastline?

Now we have this.

pic lifted from aquabumps .. ta Uge

Followed by coffee and a chat about times long past. So I’m directing this post at the old Bondi codgers who were there back in the day and like me, sometimes think the old stoke is gone forever. It’s all killer barrels and mechanised surf these days, that and beaches crowded to despair. The art seems to have been subsumed.

Well, maybe … but have a quiz at this bloke and tell me you don’t want to be doing it yourself.. I could watch all day.

 

joy

He shook the entire row with his uncontrolled shuddering as John McLaughlin sprayed us with his machine gun riffs and Billy Cobham jungled up every drum on his stand.

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andy cochran .. some things are owed.

Every day, day after day, onshore and off, good and bad   .. Bondi ... just like he's looking out of his bedroom window at the real thing, because it is the real thing. 

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cokey

Sometimes it takes a wife of over fifty five tears to remind a man of a fellow he once met and have forgotten since

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warmongers.

everybody’s blood but theirs

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happenstance

The beach is deserted but for us. The three of us. Him, her and me.

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kev and the stinkboat

silver bream and clear water

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a day at the races

in pictures

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tiles

and cheap champagne

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Bondi .. it’s going

The new owners have moved in

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williamstown

a family lunch

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meeting corky carroll

early days

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Two images of Russian soldiers ..

On show

On trial

rincon and back

a kind of odyssey

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Heroes

Private Bede Kenny and his VC

Kim Jong Un and his generals

the carer

without looking back

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Anzac Day

Lest We Forget

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giving the finger

yeah, YOU!

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rusty utes and ugly feet

flood relief

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the flood

April 2, 2022.

I watched a set of fifteen foot mud brown barrelling rights breaking half a mile off Ballina North Wall this afternoon all unworried by the trails of distant boardriders and glistening strangely in the afternoon sun, too heavy with silt to blow out a spume as their concaves collapsed to then wash up on the beach almost spent only to disturb the opalescent scrimmage of thousands of black carrion flies feasting on the swollen carcass of a drowned calf.

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