A brutal exposure of business practices in the super yacht business.
a stack of sixteen
a bloke has to know what he's doing.
thirty seconds is too long to remember
they need to die at least once to learn how not to.
We had the moves.
No drinks before five and no drugs before midday. This is basic. No shoes, no haircuts. No shaving. No worries.
A dispassionate look at the friends we have to surf with. Herewith a list of malcontents from Mona vale.
Kneeboarders ..! All that pretentious humility.
This ocean sport has no rules and no joining fees - it's open slather out there and egos play with whales.
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.
Warriewood sucks ... !
That's what I yelled out as he sprinted past me, back around to the guillotine's take-off. We kind of knew eachother.
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The lady who lived alone on the fourth floor.
Wordless, he beat Vince insensible, and then left him by the roadside. Roadkill.
The man had grabbed at the girls' bikini bottom and yanked it off.