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Posts from the ‘Avalon’ Category
Oct 7
how to dominate in the surf, just naturally
men who have been world champions walk the streets; they can be trailed through woolworths, their trolleys eyed.
leg ropes, how they betrayed us.
Line up the last 35,000 surfers who threw their money at suspect charter-boat operators working western Sumatra - bring them in
alex leonard,his floater, his pink rashie.
what we don't need to see is the dance floor kit in the water.
mona vale – a litany of strange company
A dispassionate look at the friends we have to surf with. Herewith a list of malcontents from Mona vale.
locals a problem? crowds?
Bony little demons all firey-eyed in the dark as they rip away their clothes and dress in black, to vanish into the cauldrons. Cackling at their good fortune.
Letter to mr. gordon merchant am osa – billabong doesn’t have to suck.
This is what you were Mercho, and you have to ask yourself - where did that guy go?
the road trip –
This year he wants a shot at Lennox and the longer the bastard talks the bigger the chance is that we will actually take him out there.
longboarders, how to deal with them one at a time. with prejudice.
Once longboarders were like us; savage and uncompromising, greedy and slit-eyed, cold-blooded and cunning. Handsome, virile and able to leap tall buildings with a single stride.
sausages and ginger marmalade
Police have charged two men after allegedly seizing cannabis plants worth more than $3 million from a property near Tenterfield / Kyogle
you’re only as good as your last wave
Why you should stop surfing at 29 for the sake of the youth.
session at south avalon
He confided to his little lady that all surfers are saints and the youth of today are an example to all the ages.
watching vic
Older men slowly ease into the sea-fold wreak, rafting away on their submersible logs, deluded and intent. Flinty eyed old gluttons, claiming every trough, every peak.
there is no peace
He comes and goes through the unkempt gardens and weeds, slipping through the back door like a thief - sometimes his mother calls for him.
the sydney fishmarkets and tantric sex
What may be construed as sex in public places may be something else entirely.
absolutely bloody warranted homophobia
- about halfway through this punishing dune routine to the Joey and back the other day our suffering solitary stalwart surfer almost trips over a chap lying in the bloody NUDE on the track.
cracker’s christmas – trapped in a surf shop
‘ You wanta EXPLAIN,’ exasperates Thommo, ‘ how a man with forty years of surfing this city from Cronulla to the Box has to deal with a hundred racks of dresses and bikinis and every fucken thing under the sun but fucken BOARDSHORTS?‘
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