Eternal child and enduring cocksmith, Shane Stedman says goodbye to 61 Hillcrest Ave, Mona Vale.

Eighty-year-old mastermind behind multi-billion dollar ugg boot empire sells iconic Sydney beach house for over five million dollars!

Sixty-one Hillcrest Avenue, Mona Vale, is a lovingly rebuilt wooden house from the thirties with elevated views of the surf that will never disappear.

The just-turned eighty-year-old inventor of the sheepskin Ugg boot and enduring swordsman, Shane Stedman, has sold his iconic Mona Vale beach house for $5,306,000.

The figure, as impressive as it is, was a little undercooked I think given the recent sale of a relatively unimpressive garden apartment a few clicks from the beach for three point seven mill. ‘

Sixty-one Hillcrest Avenue, Mona Vale, is a lovingly rebuilt wooden house from the thirties, squatting at the end of a cul-de-sac with elevated views of the surf that will never disappear.

Five beds, three bathrooms, almost seven thousand square feet of dirt. 

Shane’s son, Luke, a former world number eleven whom Dirty Water visited one month ago, occupied a studio at the bottom of the house, a private dwelling where the lanky Lothario was able to exercise his own womb scraping.

Stedman, whose real first name is Anthony but who changed it after watching the 1953 western Shane, plans to use the cash to build a multi-generational compound at Tintenbar, just behind Lennox Head and only a short drive to the thirty-million dollar home of Chris Hemsworth.

“Buying some land, throwing a couple of shacks on it and moving dad up the coast so he can watch the grandkids and we can keep an eye on the old grommet,” Luke told BeachGrit.

A house at Crescent Head, near Vaughan Blakey’s Medellín-style spread, which Shane has spent years and gallons of sweat building, will be available for holiday rentals.

On Facebook, Shane asked for pals to recall their fondest memory from the house, the most telling a post from SurfStitch founder Lex Pedersen who wrote,

“When getting shown the upstairs room ‘Fellas, if you’re real quiet, you can hear the panties hit the floor'”.

Glory days etc.

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Get het up!

Photo: The one, the only, Damea Dorsey
Photo: The one, the only, Damea Dorsey

Question: Has world’s greatest surfer Kelly Slater set the stage perfectly to make Olympic gold his final act?

Game it out with me.

I spent much of yesterday thinking about Kelly Slater. Thinking about him on the North Shore nursing his injured foot by getting really fit, eating well, sleeping, surfing wonderful barrels, working out with top experts, chatting with renowned mental health experts.

Living his best life, likely.

Then it hit me.

Has the world’s greatest surfer set the stage so perfectly, so savvily, to make Olympic gold at Tokyo 2021 née 2020 his final act?

Game it out with me.

He would have watched the World Surf League re-imagined, re-launched tour, take form. He might have even been instrumental in creating it, pulling a few theoretical levers. Four events in Australia right ahead of the Olympics with much quarantine and many exhaustion.

He would have known that homebody John John Florence and susceptible to high ankle sprains Kolohe Andino were the only one standing in his Olympic way.

Only one would have to go.

So Australia for basically ever then, and he would have known this too, into the firming grasp of International Surfing Association chief Fernando Aguerre. He would have watched Aguerre, over the many years, angling his position, attempting to grab power and he would have known this Olympic year would be the one he insisted upon a robust World Surfing Games.

So Australia for basically ever then racing to El Salvador for more than a week.

Waving the red, white and blue in front of not so adoring fans. The banana republic years etc.

Exhausting, exhausted, but not finished.

John John Florence and Kolohe Andino would then have to race to Lemoore, California to compete at Kelly Slater’s own Surf Ranch.

Lemoore, California.

Surf Ranch.

Only one will have to go and are you telling me both Florence and Andino come through this gauntlet physically and mentally fit? With Slater, himself, pulling a few real actual levers at the very end, sending the waves their way?

The boy from Cocoa Beach then just has to win, once again, in 1.5 ft closeouts.

Full circle. Completing the journey.

Taking his final bow from atop the podium whilst The Star Spangled Banner plays.


Blowes, in a coma after the attack. | Photo: Chris Blowes

Australian surfer almost killed by twenty-foot Great White wins six-year fight to keep shark’s tooth embedded in surfboard: “I remember being in its mouth. All those thoughts come rushing through your head … ‘I don’t want to die … I don’t want to die’.”

Small recompense, but it's something… 

There is no more beautiful creature in the ocean than the White Pointer, the Great White, White Death. Those formidable teeth resting on the glistening red underlip, the beauty of her white underbody, the roundness of her girth.

Closer inspection of such titanic beauty, of course, is never wise.

Six years ago, South Australian surfer Chris Blowes was surfing an easy wave called The Right near Port Lincoln, a tuna fishing town on the Eyre Peninsula. 

Plenty of fish. Plenty of sharks.

Chris, who was twenty six, was sitting upright on his board among a pack of a dozen guys, a few metres from rocks, when what witnesses described as a 20-foot great white attacked and swam away with his leg and surfboard.

I was just watching the shark go out to the ocean with his board still attached. Obviously the shark still had his leg and he was still swimming around with it,’ one surfer told the Adelaide Advertiser.

“I remember being its mouth,” said Blowes. “All those thoughts come rushing through your head … ‘I don’t want to die … I don’t want to die’.”

Blowes went into cardiac arrest, paramedics performed CPR to keep him alive until he got to the hozzy where he was in a coma for ten days.

When the board was recovered by police, a tooth belonging to the Great White was found embedded his craft.

The Great White fang found in Blowe’s surfboard.

As per South Oz law, where it is illegal to possess, sell or purchase any part of white sharks – and those who breach the law can face a fine of up to A$100,000 or two years in the pen, cops gave the fang to the Department of Primary Industries and Regions.

For six years, Blowes, who now surfs with a prosthetic leg, pestered authorities to get the tooth.

Finally, after the intervention by a local politician, Blowes has his souvenir, the first time in South Oz history an exemption to the act has been granted.

“It was stuck in my board,” Blowes told the BBC. “I would never kill a shark for its tooth but it took my leg [so] I can’t see any reason why I can’t have that. The shark isn’t getting its tooth back [and] I’m not getting my leg back.”

Rumor: World Surf League considering dropping, shifting, just-announced Mexico event; bumping Surf Ranch up by two weeks!


What a day for the rumor mill. While you are certainly continuing to digest today’s scintillating whisper that International Surfing Association head Fernando Aguerre is pressing his advantage, attempting to break the World Surf League’s grasp on power by forcing Olympic-bound WSL surfer to march in El Salvador whilst waving flags, a new hot bit of gossip floats.

Where Aguerre remains unbent, it is alleged that the WSL is considering either dropping the just-announced Corona Open Mexico presented by Quiksilver that had been slated to run July 5 – 15, or shifting it to some other position on the calendar. The Jeep Surf Ranch Pro, scheduled for June 25 – 27, is, likewise potentially moving two weeks earlier.


Well, the Olympics is locked in from July 23 to August 8 and so much surfing, so little time. With Aguerre holding firm on his World Surfing Games dates (May 29 to June 6), it would mean those Olympic-bound WSL surfers would be flying willy nilly all over the globe in the time of Covid with scarcely any time to quarantine, much less train.

Imagine the exhaustion of Kolohe, Medina, Kanoa.

Imagine more the exhaustion of Australia’s and New Zealand’s surfers where going home equals a two week mandatory hotel stay.


A giant mess or extremely fun?

Kelly Slater, meanwhile, is busily fiddling with his doctor’s note.

A virtual lock for the Olympics, no?

More as the story develops.