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Posts tagged ‘out of bondi’

this was bondi ~ barry mcguigan – magoo – the string magician

He's not a legend - he was always magoo. This was Bondi.

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erin and the idealogy of hate

We would croon soft and intimate abuse as he raged back at us for our illegitimate insults; us, the founding Bondi Fascista.

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an assault in 3 stages – bondi baths

inexplicable conflict - Bondi and Vietnam

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scott dillon – always a risk

Scott Dillon ain't in the grave yet ..

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the last day, jack ‘ bluey ‘ mayes

there are no deals with the dying ..

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les girls, the boys from the cross come to bondi, things do not go well.

1961, bondi is invaded by the transvestite dancers from the kings cross nightclub, 'the all male review' - everybody hurts

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a bright future in retailing

Then the hangover stood up and waved at me, waved a big red flag at me. Lots of drums in the background.

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boys in another land.

Dylan had Highway Number 61 - Others had another road away.

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voyeurism and the outlaw south bondi boardriders

Everybody fell off in those conditions, and their loose boards smashed and collided their way to the beach - a rolling logjam of splintering balsa and spearing boards

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the jewish kid, harry

Imagine counting every grain of sand on the beach, and in the park, and all those carried away in cars over the last 30 years. Tourists travelling from here to all corners of the earth. Imagine.

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carnal flow

Manly to Bondi via the Kings Cross brothels

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ben buckler, ben the bumpy – the hero wave

Ben Buckler, the world's bumpiest wave. A condensed appraisal.

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the balconies

So hard to resist the welcome breath of a summer north-easter, and the allure of that bone white arc of Bondi.

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the polka dot girl

the polka dot girl - an image from the past

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bob evans and his bronte surf movies

Grunts and gasps, howls and sighs, laughter and heavy breathing. Ecstatic groaning. Roaring approval. Surf movies, or porn? ..

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the stomp, the dance of demolition.

The Stomp was never a dance; it was a stamping grinding deafening assault on the integrity of whatever building was unwisely hosting the event. It was a wrecking ball, a demolition dance, a brutal thing

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the bondi astra, barry, and the death cut

There was so much sand on the floor of the public bar at closing time that the tiles were covered, and after twenty years all the colours had been rubbed away, sandpapered off by the bare feet of a generation of shoeless drinkers.

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another history of bondi

One mile away to the south Bondi would greet the dawn like an overworked whore on a Sunday morning with dozens of French Letters littering her high water mark.

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Terry T-Shirt

And when the long awaited set finally did arrive the only person in the right position to take it was Terry T-shirt, every bloody time. He had this uncanny knack of being able to time the arrival of the next set of waves, not only that but until his private alarm bell rang he’d be inside pinching all those waves as well, and all alone.

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cliques, the bondi variety

These lads are known to meet from time to time around one of the tables of the Great Northern in Byron Bay with their part Filipina grandchildren squabbling around underfoot, and they mutter and grumble over their drinks about typhoons and squalls, and Catholic wives.

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street fighting and falling over

Street fighting is basically an artless exercise but not one without a degree of creative culpability, shrill histrionics and very real and enduring pain, and there are several basic rules that should not be forgotten by the receiver.

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aub laidlaw, bondi lawman

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,

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beyond the break

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.

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from bondi to the bower

Five warrior bikers on their way into the café stopped on the footpath, and they too turned towards the car as we slid away, their faces expressionless; massive men, armour plated under their jackets, brutal men, fear mongers.

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shaper builder

Ray had no schedules; he would to wander in and out of building commitments as often as the weather changed and he was fearsomely unapologetic for missed appointments and delivery times

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