Dec 23
Bill Tilman was a knuckled down kind of man with a gouged out architrave of a forehead that looked lined like an in-coming groundswell, he sucked a pipe that would have satisfied a room full of potheads and he washed as insincerely as does any Englishman in the tropics.
His trail though shows his great professionalism in that it demonstrates how he has translated a quick forehand turn midway up the face into a powerful arc back - Big man, lots of weight, easy wave, slackarse photographer - He could have done better, the snapper that is.
We must forget the nonsense about this fellow and engage the shot, and it is not good.
The rooster tail is a signature of his timing and unlike some of the chaps who indulge themselves these days - MP has no interest in what he has left behind him. (pic by alby falzon)
24 Sept 1952 - 29 March 2012
A fine example of the concentration of weight to that area of the body that is the least sensitive - the arse - a technique long used by the two australian nuggets TC and occy, both of them infamously big on the backside.
Both of his arms are in the water, this could mean one of two things, or both - He wants to slow down or he's lost his balance.
Wherein sat young Jason Baldwin all packed up and alone in the backseat, strapped fast into an iron chair bolted solid into the steel chassis, sat there with his ten year-old head rested, twisted, and for every day of his short lived life jammed, no, pushed hard onto his right shoulder.
Thirty tankers stuck in a twenty-day queue, each crewed by about twenty Filipinos and Malays, some of them wholly addicted and fully prescribed to pornography and boredom, all of them living together in the festered and tubercular damp of old rusted cabins.
Aub Laidlaw also had a very big problem with women in small two-piece swimming costumes – so much so that he took to measuring them when he was unsure of their legality, being a measurable requirement of municipal morality ordained by the local council at the time,
Two of the men ejaculated onto the ground, and they left their sterile squirm to wriggle and die in the heat of a summer sun.
The recruitment agency's consultant is a distracting beauty wearing a short satin skirt and intimate perfume, her legs whisper at you every time she crosses her legs. She has an Arts degree, you do not - this fact is established very early in the interview,
We were sitting around the table in the Rose Bay Hotel with Scoresby and a couple of hard faced Maoris watching the races and waiting on a feed of Singapore noodles, a specialty of Mr. Ngyuen, Charles.
Nice chap Charles, seasons his chips with garlic and chopped chives
A collective drunkenness slowly took hold of the crowd as the night grew older and a group of local girls took a liking to the empty dance floor and all the eyes that surrounded it, beginning what became a stampede to rhythm as every man in the room rushed in to join them.
He would usually brew up his White Lady at dawn, mixing a fearsome combination of banana skins, half a pint of milk and a pint of methylated spirits; and we boys used to wonder at the tumultuous state of his mind after he had sucked back this poisonous brew; when the echo of his laughter rose above the roar of the surf.
An attractive woman waiting in the air-conditioned luxury of a Mercedes 500SL for her husband to shower and change drew down her gold tipped cigarette in four long crackling pulls without taking her eyes off his back.
As he grew into a lad he lived within a skin that looked like chipped brick, and he was covered with pimples that weighed so heavy with a skinned over load of pus he looked like a young Licara Friddi, without the maturing psychopathic inhibitions.
The Insight 6’2’ tied onto the roof has yellowed badly in the three weeks he has been travelling and molten wax has dripped off it and pooled onto the hood. A thousand highway bugs have died there, stuckfast husks with their transit lives windblasted away.
We could never figure out where he lived down there, probably in a bark hut in behind the high dunes, sometimes we would see a thin trail of smoke coming up out of the bush behind the curve in the morning. Had to be him, cooking breakfast.
The 10 hectares available for sale is somewhat infected by a wild marijuana growth on its borders that may be the result of windblown seed contamination from the distant Nimbin communes.
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