you’re only as good as your last wave
Eddie, wailing down the wall.
This is Eddie O’Farrell. He’s nipping into a small left here at Avalon. Eddie is a local of about 45 years and likes to park his car, his towel, his wife, and his chairs and umbrella in the same space every time he goes to the beach. She’s a lovely lady and would rather be in calmer water over the Pittwater catching dinner and listening to Puccini. Either that or in the RSL feeding the dragon.
(She’s from Tamarama)
Eddie used to own North Avalon, well – him and a few hundred others. None of them under 45. Same talking heads, same car-park, same beach for thirty + years, they’ll have to build a shute for the ashes of these old boys when they go, all of them want to be scattered out of the Lobster* and probably all at the same time.
Ironic really, that’ll be the first time half of them get out that far.
He, Eddie ^, was also known out at the Joey and the Wedge when heavier times called for a presence. Not so much these days. As you can see, O’Farrell has completely lost it. Everything has been shipped south. See how gravity sucks … ?
He’s in the way out there now and not pretty to watch any more – He should get out of town and go and buy a farm or an orchard up north. Up in the hills behind Byron with all the dopers tree-huggers and refugees from Vaucluse.
Give the waves back to the kids Ed, they won’t wait for ever. No man is happy out on the shoulder.
Bangalow is a lovely little oasis of calm and good taste and now that they have cleared out the termites the Pub has re-opened its saloon. There are four churches up there as well, but no banks – That’s your kind of people old boy. Prayer and all your money under the floorboards.
So take a good look at yeself Ed – mate – it still might feel ok but looking at you shows us all where we are heading and if that’s realism then I’ll pass.
* The outside take-off spot, ask Farrelly for directions.