peter cole, surfer
This is the pic that Peter Cole keeps in his pocket. Waimea in '67. Cole is nearly eighty today.
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Mar 31
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taking a girl surfing ~ the manual ~ (3) how it all ends
Remember the ancient dictum: Once with a woman, twenty times with a wave - Know your pleasure(s).
a multiplicity of abominations
How can a man stoop so low as to be seen publicly going for a surf in the passenger seat of his girlfriend's car? This question answered here.
taking a girl surfing ~ the manual ~ (2) travelling north
Nothing can prepare you for this test; on the one hand we have nestled beside us a beautiful woman full of the juices of love, and on the other a desperate man six hundred miles away from his love of juice
taking a girlfriend surfing ~ the manual ~ (1) meeting the parents
Now the general plan for the evening is to chuck a couple of towels, the wetsuit, a spare T-shirt, the old boardies, the girl and a few bits of fruit into the boot and tie down at least two boards on the roof.
ludovic navarre ~ poncy french doof doof ~ st germain
This is Ludovic Navarre and he runs St Germain, a French outfit that dips and sways and in this case grabs a little of John Lee Hooker's voice and guitar.
taking a girlfriend surfing ~ the manual
I've never seen a woman laugh when somebody farts, and I've never met a woman who has admitted to issuing such a warble. Further proof of their indefinable strangeness.
the adventures of rick oahu ~ chapter 2 ~ the weapon makers
An Iraqi youth with fingers like talons strikes into his barrel of wet sand with the controlled psychopathic hysteria of a man in hot battle. His back is a griddle of deep hotwire scars earned by his insolence and fortitude in the dungeons of Abu Ghraib.
the adventures of rick oahu ~ chapter 1 ~ the boy
A story of birth training and revenge - a release of classified material.
surfers who work ~ where to lunch?
A soft grassy patch under a shady tree that is also open to the sea breeze is considered sacred ground and as such is hotly protected from all other incursions.
the corso, and the passers by
In the distance the Bower breaks white and sweeping and a surfboat glides by sweetly on an unbroken wave into the corner and the golden sun and blue sky blesses us all.
a home of bones and charnal dust
The high rafters of the cooking room hide platoons of giant rats; sleek, fat, black and fed to bursting from their nightly foraging from the split edges of the bags
windsurfing, jaws and the karaoke misunderstanding in dongguan
why food and drink and karaoke are a dangerous combination
paganini, tognetti, musica surfica and d hynd finless
Proof that surfing is art, or music .. or the classical pursuit of an epehemeral moment that weds the sea to the violin.... whatever.
the great tsunamis
Links to Sydney / Hawaii / Japan / Philippines / Indonesia and Taipei - the 2011 'quake and tsunami
advice to the school leaver
The chance of attaining a paying career that provides a lifetime of intellectual challenge or the opportunity to get amongst the BIG money early; the expensive drugs, the attractive companions, the foreign cars with faux-walnut dashboard fascias. Ivy Bar membership and quality sexual encounters in public places.
corso nights
A young girl comatose from drink is dragged away from the gutter where she sleeps by three men who tell the watchers that they are all old friends, they disappear with her into a darkened laneway.
hell on earth
Andy Smythe lives in The Catoundra Boulevard in Cessnock and he would like it to be known that in a few short days he will be opening and closing his own doors.
the holy rolling righteousness of haste
Haleish is much bigger, a solid lad with his twin black rat tails tied together by a black silk ribbon. The underground concourse and its labyrinth of runways is their yard. They know its inches.
bob evans and his bronte surf movies
Grunts and gasps, howls and sighs, laughter and heavy breathing. Ecstatic groaning. Roaring approval. Surf movies, or porn? ..
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