FISHER more than the sum of his outrageous sexual gambits and bank of techno anthems.
Only two years ago, the former-pro-surfer-turned-DJ Paul Fisher, was on a podcast revealing his sexually explicit homosexual fantasies involving Chris Hemsworth and Connor McGregor.
“I would definitely have to fuck Hemsworth,” said FISHER as he played a game called Fuck, Marry, Kill. “That thing, imagine slapping that fucking arse, it’s pretty good.”
FISHER then nominated the former UFC champion in both the featherweight and lightweight divisions Conor McGregor as someone whom he would enjoy getting down on his knees behind before, cock red as a cheap piece of fishing tackle, working away like a billy goat.
No fuck in vain, as they say.
Little did the world know that randy DJ FISHER was more than the sum of these outrageous sexual gambits and a bank of techno anthems including the wildly anti-work and sexually explosive Just Feels Tight.
Quietly, FISHER had been buying up exceptional pieces of beachfront land at Palm Beach on Queensland’s Gold Coast.
In 2020, he spent $A2.1 million for a 4000 square foot parcel and followed that up when he bought the neighbouring block three years later for $A3.1 mill.
Now his plans for a gorgeous nine-storey tower comprising six three bedders and a four-bed penthouse with a rooftop terrace, have been revealed. Two houses, including a 1950’s beach shack, will be demolished for the build.
According to documents lodged with council, ‘
“The podium base takes reference from the beach shack vernacular of Palm Beach, symbolised by character brickwork” and “This project prioritises spaciousness and liveability, catering to families while emphasising natural light, ventilation, and panoramic views.”
Fisher’s company, YLB Property Developments reflects the initial’s of FISHER’s 2019 hit You Little Beauty.
Palm Beach is what you would call a recovering suburb, at least if you wanted to be kind. There’s a veneer of hipness, like most of the Gold Coast, but you don’t have to scratch too hard to find the hopelessness that lays just beneath.
Dirty apartments with kids curled under dirty fur blankets. Babies sucking on methadone lozenges. Open cans and cigarettes on the floor. The TV on a perpetual whining cycle. Unemployment (yeah, there’s a social security building on the beachside of the highway) is its major trade. Welcome to Palm-y.
But then there’s the beach, a stretch, five or so miles long, from first avenue on its southern border to 28th in the north. It’s sand so the quality varies but, often, with the wind out of the south, and the swell a little east, you’ll be struck by how good it gets. I lived there for a few years and found it a sublime escape from the crowds and the predictability of the points.
Another notable resident of Palm Beach is Kelly Slater, who dropped just over two mill for a whole-floor beachfront apartment, on sexy little Jefferson Lane.
