postcard from suffolk park
Two women lying face to face by the low dune, talking. Miranda Kerr with her back to me and a dusky Nefertiti topless. Just a glance.
Feb 20
Two women lying face to face by the low dune, talking. Miranda Kerr with her back to me and a dusky Nefertiti topless. Just a glance.
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.
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.
How can it bad be to have thousands of Japanese and Brasilians going home with no idea as to how to ride a wave, despite the lessons.
The hidden right that rears up around the headland down there and travels 300 yards to its brutal end against the cliffs. More unforgiving slabs.
But first, dinner.
I'm for promoting this image. Surfers were always meant to be ungovernable.
Everybody in marketing plays squash and lives close to Darlinghurst Road. You suspect their sexuality, generally speaking.
And nobody knows the feeling.
Gone are the suntanned thugs who would lean over the balcony and chuck empty kegs onto the roofs of cars fleeing back to Sydney.
Police have charged two men after allegedly seizing cannabis plants worth more than $3 million from a property near Tenterfield / Kyogle
My blog nemesis and I have shared some ugly times, though I maintain that my effort was educational.
dylan looking like bowie - stoned-folk doing early rap.
Fighting wonder of the modern world. Gentleman. Salt of the earth. Goofy foot.
Super man.
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.
The blonde guy, a useless Dutchman with faultless Hawaiian windsurfing credentials and the business brain of a Timor monkey wants to play dice games