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a coronavirus moment

Lighthouse beach is famed for a couple of reasons, not the least is the surf by the north wall when conditions are right and the occasional tasty left at the other end – not to mention the appetite of the sharks that have claimed a few lives in the last couple of years, including Tadashi Nakahara, an always friendly face at the Ramada and a pure demon amongst the waves.

Lately though, with things being the way they are with this virus, a man finds himself walking this stretch of beach up and back most mornings, leaving the waves to the kids. Getting out of their way is a lesson hard learnt by blokes my age. Eyes gone, circulation buggered, back ratshit, timing rooted  .. you name it, we’ve got it. But the beach is a kind servant, and no matter what the tide is the sand is forgiving on old legs.

I introduced myself to another codger today, we’ve been passing each other by for about a fortnight with just a social-distance nod but a bloke can’t be doing that forever so today I stopped when we came abreast and I asked him what his name was.


‘Howyezgoin mate, I’m Peter.’

‘Strange times, you reckon Geoff?’

‘Fucken oath, mate. Some Chinese bug is it?’

At this point Geoff struck me as a bloke who doesn’t wake up in the morning and power on the iPad to read the SMH, New York Times and Al Jazeera.

So I had to wake him up to it. The bloke’s my vintage and he needs to know.

‘I was watching TV the other week and saw this cage of bats in a Chinese meat market, all of them hanging upside down off the top tier and being bats they were shitting all over themselves, looked like they’d been stuck in there for a week.’

This is what you have to do when time is short and the bug is loose: spread the knowledge.

‘Then some local bloke comes into the shop, buys a couple, takes them home and cooks them for dinner.’

Geoff nearly keeled over, the poor bastard, this was not something he expected to hear halfway along Lighthouse Beach on a beautiful Autumn morning with a soft south-westerly blowing the tops off half a dozen peaks littering the the outside banks.

But he managed a half-smile, and before turning to go, said, ‘not the sort of thing I’d put on my diet, Pete.’





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  1. Shane R Fisher #

    Ok, A Conoravirus Moment. Subway, Lunch today, they have these stickers on the floor, so I put my badass Gold Coast thongs on said sticker, they cover it, I am chuffed. There are two Sandwich Professionals, one is louder and more efficient then the other. I look at the quieter on with sympathy, she takes my order: six inch Parmesan, BLT, plastic cheese of choice. Now, due to social distancing, you can only go as fast as social distancing allows. So Loudly serves me next, what SALADS! I am not to sure if I was being ferocious or I was hard of hearing generally. Sorry?SALADS!

    Everything, apart from Cucumber, The first lady turned up for payment, it was cool.

    April 7, 2020

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