All hail Saint Mick.
Ain’t a surfer alive, pro or no, who has emerged from the chrysalis of his boozy mid-twenties, without brain or backbone, and transformed into a butterfly as soulful as the three-time world champ Mick Fanning.
Fanning, who turns forty-two on Monday and who grew up in hard-scrabble Tweed Heads, where life on a bar stool boring hell out of the girls working the taps is about all you can aspire to, has turned into surfing’s greatest philanthropist.
During “one-in-one-thousand-year” floods on the NSW north coast, an hour or so south of Mick’s joint on the Gold Coast, he spent days on his jetski evacuating the wretched from their watery prisons.
And, now, Mick is auctioning off a five-day vacation at his Hamptons-themed three-storey house on a eleven-thousand square feet of beachfront dirt at Bilinga, just across the road from Coolangatta airport there, to raise money for flood victims.
Mick paid $3.25 mill for the block in 2011 and built the three-level house, complete with elevator, two years later.
It’s the same place, you’ll remember, a mysterious strawberry blonde busted into a couple of years back.
Sarah Foote, a thirty-nine-year-old from Ballina, “an obsessed mother”, was accused of following Fanning between January 29 and February 4, the break-in allegedly happening on Feb 2.
Foote was accused of sending four letters (“Rambling hand-written letters with accusations of pedophilia, declarations of love for Fanning and thoughts of wanting to kill him”), three by post, one personally delivered.
Each included hand-drawn love hearts, a self-portrait by Ms Foote, and one contained a beaded bracelet.
The excerpts were chilling.
“I occasionally want to kill you … to end our occasional miserable bullshit … I wouldn’t want to end our best times though. Because I have so much love for you and I would like to see what’s in store for future for us two.”
“You really are a strange man.”
“What is wrong with you? Or for that matter, what is right with you?”
“I can be a real bitch.”
“The places I liked always became marred by murder.”
“I have smelt a murdered corpse in Rockhampton. She was very stinky, worse than any road kill I have ever smelt.”
“I met a kiddie killer, she smothered her baby. Only spent a year in a psychiatric hospital, then was released only to murder another child.”
“IDK when we will incarnate again together in this world.”
Anyway, Mick don’t live there any more, he bought a swinging little joint off the beach with its own skate ramp, “a three-million dollar masterpiece”, but offer enough cash and you could be legally owning the old place for five days.
Right now, the highest bid is $16,044, the auction part of the Mick Fanning Charity Golf Tournament, being held on June 10. Steph’s got a board in there and former world number one tennis ace Ash Barty is giving a signed racket.
A local real estate agent, Mishy Canning, also involved in the philanthropy game, says Fanning has been a hero over the course of the past few months.
Maybe Mick will co-sponsor the BG tent at the WSL finals with me. More importantly, Mick could sponsor the long board soft top division as the predicted 2-3ft waves will be ideal for a competitive division on these massive waves…
praying there would be smaller waves… the smaller the better…they would then have go to Church…then proceed further south to meet the beastly wildcard crew at SanO…the winners would advance to being the mock-up enemy for Marine Corp Training Drills…with tanks and live ammo…
Just Like The Bad Old Days…the 60s/
I like your thinking! Maybe the Navy can use their Sea Rangers to kick up bigger waves
Trestles, the official wave, developed and supported by our friends at the WSL (since 1974)…was a secret spot before that. Later, all surfbreaks are the official waves, developed and supported by WSL. As is Mick & Joel…the rest are under-supported by Outerknown or are on their own…
Isn’t Joel a park ranger now?
Sasha will go
So hot!
Can we Grit comrades crowdfund the place for Sarah Foote? Would make a nice writing retreat, and she could give it a fresh coat of paint in pigs blood.
Aryan dream.
I thought that was Mick and his stalker?
Not to take anything away from the nice things he’s done, but how much of his own actual money has he donated? Seems like a lot of famous people like to get others to give up the cash while keeping a firm grip on theirs.
Its all a fassade
It all sounds nice till you awake each night to hear parko outside screaming his a champion too and has a mudslide.
Micks just turns the sprinkler on and parko slowly moves on but it’s still a bit unnerving.
I wonder if he makes his own mudslides even when its not raining.
You can often see him these days on top of Kirra hill standing on his own holding a large piece of cardboard squinting towards the sky looking for rain and a tv crew.
Everyone try’s avoid him, his like a angry seagull if you go near his old slide. Puts his head down and neck out and starts running at you squeaking.
He needs to keep his head up. At least he isn’t Phil Mickelson.
Das Boot. Great movie.
Very claustrophobic.
nah. You get to babysit the kid in the cot and listen to Mick and his missus go at it.