Saturday, March 24, 2012

THIS BLOG IS NON-OPERATIONAL


Butter would not melt... Felix James McAloon is nearing his 3rd birthday and the boy is growing cheekier by the day. Life. It gets in the way sometimes. I spent the day at Torquay Point, a less than useful member of the (South) West Coast Coolers in the annual Bolt Blowers Retro Surf Charity Event, held in memory of Tim 'Puffin' Pope and raising valuable coin for One In Five and the Mental Health Research Institute. The surf was big and windy, which was not at all suited for my little Strapper twin fin (my lame excuse). Consequently, I sorta sucked, particularly in comparison to the likes of Troy Brooks and Craig 'Crackers' Barker, who wielded their ancient craft like a Samurai sword... bad analogy but you get the idea - the boys ripped it up. In fact, Brooko surfed Torquay Point as good as I've ever seen. A master at the peak of his art... if you don't count his runner-up showing at the Quik Pro in France some years back (I was there, and I reckon today was infinitely more impressive). To cut a long story short, I ran into a few fans of Deep Water and suffered through a few moans about this much neglected blog. With Sydney treating GWS to a lesson, and Martin Flanagan reminding me of the power of thoughtful observation, I decided to revive the blog... some 12 months after my last entry. It will not reach the heady heights of my old pal Jon Frank's weekly musings (who hardly covered himself in glory today aboard a borrowed Dick Voight shaped RAM 6'10") and I can only hope this revival is on par with Occy's DeLorean performance at Margaret River... But I promise it will be something (as opposed to nothing), so please stay tuned (if not, tune into This Station Is Non-Operational by At The Drive-In... was Relationship of Command not the greatest album of 2007?).