kevin (the head) brennan does breakfast
He was a troublesome jockey sized kid with an Irish pugnacity, an improper regard to discipline, a feral cunning and a consummate and admirable deftness in the surf. His agility, and ability to control the heavy boards of the time seemed effortless. Brennan surfed without mannerisms and like most champions of the sport, was always balanced up and looking down the breaking line, planning his path.
He traveled widely on the east coast and was feted by magazine proprietors and photographers after winning both NSW Senior and Junior titles at Bondi in 1965, for the first and only time. Brennan was able to switch feet without loosing any momentum or polish, he was one of the very few who was able to draw an appreciative audience from his peers everytime he went out. This bullshit little kid with his freckles and ready smile, this bantam.
The Head’s Breakfast.
Double milk and two raw eggs, a teaspoon of vanilla essence and a slab of ice cream, and an overripe banana – all whipped up hard and topped with a cream squirt and a Cherry Ripe.
Note: Brennan died badly in Kings Cross aged 22. His later years were a constant decline and his death was mostly unmourned. He was a friend of mine.