It’s 19.3 in the water. Swell and waves and building numbers of surfers at the point.
Frangi complains how the ocean is not conforming to his predictable predictions.
My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood. Like a big old black steam train
Trooper (aka Bev but mainly known as Bevan McBevan) and our fearless leader Blocky observe, analyze and set the start line for the Fast Fives
My stomach is the ocean, and it swallows up the sun
Lovesongs spruik his superb new book (Keep it Smooth by Cam Daddo… go out and buy it!).
Rubberman Will slides into the line up. Rubber shorts. Still broken the rules.. no-one notices.
Jen almost accepts a race challenge ….
The Boomers rant about halving Donald and Kamala birth years and getting Bill Gates. Not sure, but I think they’ve got too much thinking time on their hands.
I miss Taipan trivia. But the replacement economist and his useless prediction is hilarious!
The Baker tackles, wrestles, manhandles anyone to the sand if in his way. Unfortunately I cop the handful of sand down the sluggos. A crunchy entry to the water. Still finding sand 4 hours later
Thanks for the rather excellent FFF, swim and coffee today. Remember don’t let your true love run cold!
Baby Spice & Rusty the Fish
PS – 2 zip Caroline… you’d better bring your A game next week 🙂
and if you are getting ready to see Franji and Riddo’s band tonight at the Surf Club, here’s some of my favourite music to get you in the mood.