In the end of days, a great pestilence spread across the land, and the ocean. For the seabreeze grew not.
And the punters spake unto Huey and said "18 knots my ass!", and the Lord was displeased, for his divine presence indeed lacked an ass.
The people grew restless, and cried "let us build a raft, that we may escape these wretched doldrums". And it was so.
The Liberal Party's climate change sceptics rued the day they ever agreed to hold their 50 year "crossing the floor" reunion on the grounds of the Canberra Convention Centre...
...and in late breaking news a boatload of asylum seekers from Oxford Street was intercepted off Darling Harbour...
To get back to the warning that I received.
You may take it with however many grains of salt that you wish.
That the brown acid that is circulating around us isn't too good.
It is suggested that you stay away from that.
Of course it's your own trip.
So be my guest, but please be advised that there is a warning on that one, ok?
the pit boys, broken from hitting another sandbank huddle on their formula board and watch as spotty hits 60 knots!
on a side note. - Le Radeau de la Méduse, this is one impressive painting. i stood in awe for a very long time staring when i saw it.
I have enough trouble using Paint to put yellow/red spotty boardis on them, and Bondy has shadow and folds in them too. Well done.
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you guys are the funniest ever....................................................................
The aftermath of the 2009 Safety Bay KiteJam after someone built the slider out of concrete instead of wood.
Apparently the easterly had them confused and they didn't realise they could swim the 15 metres back to shore.
It had the locals puzzled though as the event had only been going for 20 minutes.
On light wind days Richie would take the guys out sailing on his yacht.
(most expected it was flasher than this)...![]()