oscar’s timing, revisited
Surfing is timing
Posts from the ‘Mona Vale’ Category
Sep 29
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harry’s christmas
Harry did not see himself as a diarist. He wrote to be able to know men better. To understand.
lismore and the road to the sea
The provincial town, girls on horseback and another dead man.
boat-builders, sailors, stories of the roaring 40’s
They are unlike surfers these men, they never talk about loving the sea.
the rhodesian swimmer
Years ago somebody put names to those two boulders that define the way out off the Mona Vale pool when the conditions are too big to contemplate paddling out from the beach.
the remembering and the telling
catching waves, where does it feel best - in the remembering or in the telling
Old roads and rivermouths
One year out of school and centuries distant from discipline and firm order - blessed with the euphoria of the road.
windsurfing, jaws and the karaoke misunderstanding in dongguan
why food and drink and karaoke are a dangerous combination
china, the first night
Shintao beer is what’s left of Carlsberg’s disappointing venture into the Chinese boozer market, and since then China has given the krauts the arse, grabbed the formulae, increased the flavour, increased the alcohol content, increased the bottle size, and decreased the price.
two fifties
About three months ago we hired him to fare the hull of some billionaire’s Maxi yacht, together with about twenty others, and with payday being Thursday it did not take long to see the damage he was doing to himself on Friday and Saturday.
mona vale surfclub, and eric the caretaker
‘ Have a f.cken look at this will yez! Those f.cken c.nts must live up to their ears in shit to be able to make a f.cken mess like this. F.cken dunno why the f.cken committee keeps f.cken doin’ this, all they f.cken do is f.cken break every f.cken thing every f.cken time. C.nts! '
dinner on the manning: whiting with honey and chili dust
Frank introduced us to the River the day after we took him home from the Harrington pub, the day he had been beaten insensible by the three dark men who had travelled up from Sydney looking for the local plantation. Three bikers.
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