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Posts from the ‘Works’ Category

the privileged at play

elitism

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the hat and the beard

surfers are a primitive race

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byron bay, hollywood, batshit and bicycle seats

Byron Bay, part of the Paradise Nation where all is love and gentleness and the giving out of good vibes.

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the strata committee and the surfer

notices of transgression

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party etiquette in the early sixties

These were the times we lived in, when surfing relationships were both inter-generational and intricately intertwined in an atmosphere of mutual trust and understanding.

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problems pertaining to the early surfing years in australia

Surfing in the 50's and 60's was a fraught business

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how I survived being educated by the christian brothers

a bloke has to grow up sometime

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aggression

toot toot

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things we never did

various conditions and rules that govern a man's enjoyment of the waves

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a couple of bowral old boys

how sweet it was

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there is much to regret

.. and I have a few

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the solution to being a very old ex-surfer

he gets creative out of the water

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the problem with being a very old ex-surfer

A wave is not just a wave ..

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Melbourne. Now.

Words by Toby McCorquodale

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daz

two men

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smoked cod, cliff richards and living dolls

It's very debilitating.

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The ten mistakes that sunk the Titanic

This is the name of a show on TV tonight. Channel something or other, prime time. Two men in the bar of the Ballina Slipway watching, Jack and Les. Trawlermen. Hard nuts. Rum drinkers. 200kg of prawns inside the local co-op freezer all paid up in full. Crew happy. Back out there in the morning, 4am. Engine spewing carbon monoxide, cables full of rust, boat leaking black oil like an old man with prostrate, everyone thieving on the grounds, prawns full of Richmond River mud, wives doing their housekeeping cold at the RSL, bank muscling in on the home mortgage, sons on the hydro, more demerits than Einstein’s IQ, twenty-five letters from the tax man unopened, credit card burnt, synoptic full of low-pressure onions, the bar breaking at fifteen feet and an ocean that doesn’t love you anymore.

‘Ten? Says Les, ‘fuckers never saw the iceberg, so what are the other nine?’

Brumby’s, Ballina.

Wild horses wouldn't drag me back.

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Brad the Ballina CBA bank teller

Empathy be buggered.

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too many winters

only a surfer has the feeling

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on the fingers of one hand

Friends

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hobbs and raffan 3

It was said in those days, if you were to fly a helicopter along that long stretch of coastline at night, you would mistake the torches seen on the darkened beaches to be almost as many as stars in the sky.

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funny business

river life

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Australia Day plus two

Our hidden history

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from the window

hardy street

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