"I'm with Tudor not Skindizzle!"
As we’ve discussed and picked at here, here and here, here, here and here too, surfers fall into two camps: those who believe the sky will fall and the population will be annihilated if riding waves is allowed and those who think, mmmm, if jogging or doing sit-ups ain’t lethal, why’s surfing?
Gold Coast mayor Tom Tate, a wonderful man of Laos and Thai descent with an endearing Hawaiian sorta accent, TH becomes D etc, shuttered the joint’s beaches around Coolangatta and Surfers Paradise two days ago.
The chief cop Kat Carroll got on the mic and said there was going to be “heavy patrolling”, the jackboot finally coming down on the neck of GC surfers who had the audacity to surf while ol’ people were dying of the first Chinese-made export ever to work.
Yesterday, the mayor held a press conference and, in a switcharoo from two days earlier, told reporters, and if you’ll let me paraphrase, everyone should fucking calm down, go surfing, I’m not going to send in the stormtroopers and there’s a shit-ton of good waves around so find your own little hit of juice.
Watch here.
Maybe some other time
But it involves
LSD,
Border security
Speed
Sheep
Snow
And 2 very cute Methven girls
Tom Tate, champion for all Gold Coast surfers… Guess he’s hoping everyone’s forgotten his continuous efforts to get that fucked cruise ship terminal/casino going, that slimy toad looking prick.
Thanks Derek. Tate has been an enemy of surfers in the past and he just got re-elected because no-one voted. War over cruise ship terminal at the spit etc. He has been completely reasonable through Covid19, appreciated, hope it stays this way. Anyone wanting to stimulate the economy will have a licence to do whatever they want when this is over.
They all moved to Manly.
I was looking for shared accommodation in ’95
Using the Manly Daily, I found out how gay Manly was.
At one point the gayest dude on the planet opened the door and must have read my face when he said “do you want to look at it anyways?”
The common room was lined with those black and white posters of dudes with ripped abs.
I was introduced to Sven and he gave a polite wave.
I smiled and said it’s probably not going to work. He agreed.
Striiiiiike!
Reminds me of a job in Darlo I went to once.
The guy not obviously queer started telling me how much of a sick cunt Ian Thorpe was.
I listened politely while scanning the art on his walls. It was black and white sketches of guys getting raped in prison.
Mate I’ve got the wrong tool box back in a sec.
He’s still waiting for my return.
Apropos of nothing…a friend owned a hardwood floor company in Boston and employed all friends of his, including me.
He didn’t even have to advertise as his reputation was impeccable.
Lots of times, people will leave the keys and go to work.
We would walk around like ninjas and try to find the camera(film) in drawers.
The guy who found the camera would wait until somebody was taking a shit, bust the door open and snap a few. He would then bury the camera in a drawer so the shitter could not take film.
When the homeowner eventually developes the film, he has some strange dude shitting on his toilet. The boss would never be there when we did it, so he never knew.
Fun times
That’s classic!!! I’ve worked in several super homo homes. One was a filthy rich old guy that had this incredible mansion compound on Eastern Point, Gloucester. Same deal- homoerotic art everywhere. Life sized statues of naked dudes, large and small phallic sculptures. If it screamed gay, he had it. Nice guy too. Another guy in Mission Hills had a contemporary homo home. More avant garde and twisted shit like pictures of naked dudes tied up and shit. He was creepy because he wasn’t a flamer and was more of a dick. I give both credit though for not giving a fuck and surely were aware of a crew of knucklehead HVAC guys laughing and joking about their proclivities.
https://m.youtube.com/watch…
Found out doing work in Back Bay of Boston where all the brownstones are, that they will donate their furniture to Good Will and have them drag the couches down 5 flights of stairs. Buy new ones when they get to the next place.
That’s a nice part o town! Moving in and out of a triple decker would be clos went to some crazy parties around Newberry St when we were living out there.
the first Chinese export ever to work…that was gold Derek.
My shout when you can cross the border and sit in a pub again.
Derek is on a roll! The finest manufacturers of cheap junk knocked it out of the park on this one. Almost as good as the ChiComs with covid.
Good man.
Avalon beach had a great sign ” please leave as soon as you are done swimming, surfing, running … This beach is for excercise not hanging out c@nts”
Don’t touch your face u dopey half farang.
I guess our ol pal, DR never wanted to go to China.
No Macao lady-boy for you, sunshine.
Macao is the bomb!!!!!
Shits on Vegas.
I would imagine.
Tell me more, from one trans-fan to another?
God, where do I start..
Dedicated parades of stunning proffesionals underneath Grand Lisboa Casino.
Can smoke and free drinks while you win/lose/who cares.
Girls aren’t junkies
Massages that will make you rethink your pleasure paradigms.
You can crash at the massage joints and they feed you.
Bigger and brighter lights as you share massive Nepalese hash joints
That’s just for starters.
Not a fan of throbbing gristle, so,
I’m sure it’s good tho
This is the best BG article I’ve read in some time bex
Most sense he’s made in yonks !
You’d nearly think he was normal.
I got a story about Christchurch too…
all the streets signs are in portuguese, being a colony and all, trippy
There’s the old school section which has its charms, then over to a fully reclaimed from the sea new school section where ol Jimmy packer got set up..
Used to lob over there from HK for some epic nights, cutting swathes thru the night, breaking icey cold Russian hearts and dancing with China dolls.
My last hand of blackjack at a locals only joint we never shoulda been let in to
The dealer beat my 18 with 9 cards.
That was our cue to run back to the ferry and thank Buddha we made it out alive
Hahahàhahar.
Too true
I didn’t say to keep going.
Then we met a guy from Newy and bashed him for the 97 GF.
One night in Vegas and Im ready to get the fuck out. Of course Ive never done it Bex style, too much of a pussy, people love it there though
so…your friend who told you about looking in kelly’s window…you made him up, yeah? did you invent the dinner party too? 🙂
If only such common sense would prevail here in SoCal, where the hand-wringing Fun Police have closed the majority of the beaches. In this case Tudor>Dogskin.