SO, THOUGHT I'D DO MY BIT TO FIGHT THE FORCES OF EVIL WANTING TO 'DEVELOP' A FAMOUS SURF BREAK HERE ON THE COAST . . . . THESE DODGY SHITBAGS HAVE BEEN FUCKING THE PLACE FOR THE LAST THIRTY YEARS UNBRIDLED . . . . FIRE UP THE 'PP' AND GUN IT DOWN THE BACK HIGHWAY TO KIRRA BEACH TO JOIN THE PROTEST . . . . NOBODY THERE, I'VE COME TOO SOON.

After the debacle of the morning's premature protest run and incurred sunburn, a late arvo squirt on the trusty skirtster was just what the doctor ordered . . . . a splash and dash, up the highway, out through Maudsland, back into Nerang, onto Broadbeach, head north along the beach road, a quick ciggy stop at Narrowneck, fire off a couple of memory bytes, then across the Glumdale bridge and home . . . . all in the space of just on ninety minutes, and that, dear kiddies, is all she writ.

 OH I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEASIDE . . . . I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEA

 THERE'S A MOON IN THE SKY CALLED THE MOON . . . . 6.00 P.M AND ALL IS WELL

ROLLER BLADES . . . . NOBODY CAN EVER LOOK COOL ON THESE GUMBY-FUCK THINGS