Unfortunately, I missed the surf trip to Treachery last weekend. The charts were predicting solid 8′ plus south swell and offshore NE winds. I asked the guys to send me some photos from the trip and I had to share this gem.
Pacific Palms Recreation Club is always offshore, and watching the cricket beats getting flogged by massive Treachery bomb sets.
Looks like a Headmaster Beer Glass. Probably a VB or a Carlton. For bonus points try to work out who all the cricketers on screen are. Presumably Lyons or Smith bowling.
Maldives is an Islamic nation with plenty of fish, coconuts and waves but no local brewing so all the beer is imported.
On a recent surf charter we had any beer we wanted as long as it was Tiger. Tiger is a Singapore brew and has already been reviewed on this blog, but not in a Maldivian context.
Not sure what it is about these big cats but they can sure sneak up on you. Feeling slightly mauled when we woke up to this immaculate empty lineup on Gaafu Dhaalu.
When you’re in a country where the drinking water might be a bit dodgy, it’s a safer option to stick with the amber fluid. Your belly will thank you for it.
I’m not sure of the collective noun for beers (comments welcome!) but in Sri Lanka each meal was accompanied by a Pride of Lion lagers.
The high alcohol content will likely kill off most tummy bugs and the few survivors are best picked off by massive doses of chilli in a pol sambol. Lion lager and fish curry with pol sambol provide a good example for the word ‘synergy’.
Buddes restaurant at Hikkaduwa serve each Lion in its own mini esky, so no rush to knock it back before it heats to an ambient 30C. You can sit back and enjoy the view of pumping barrels and charming European holiday makers.
In 1987, it was an analog world and there was no internet or mobile phones (except for the odd geek). A Tablet was something you took for your hangover and our Prime Minister held the world record for skolling 2.5 pints of beer in 11 seconds. (The one before that was famously caught pantless between rooms in a Memphis hotel with no recollection of where his pants were! Talk about needing a tablet.)
A slide night involved projecting a bright light through an anlaog photo negative onto a sheet. It was digitising my old slides that I found this old friend. She’s aged better than most of us and you can almost make out the brown paper bags with a good crew out the back.
Here you can just make out the Long Reef hydrofoil. She was purchased from Italy (ex Fraccia di Mergellina) in 1978 and served until 1991.
For the record, these pics were from a trip to watch the 1987 Coke Classic (won by Damien Hardman) which was co-sponsored by Sydney Water prior to the deep ocean outfall becoming operational. In a bit of a PR disaster, an unfortunate SE wind had the world’s finest paddling out in raw sewerage.
For a surfer or fisherman its often handy to know what the tide is doing. On the East Coast the tide comes in with the rising moon for a high tide a couple of hours after moonrise. Likewise if you see the moon half way down the western sky, it’s dead low tide. Moon directly overhead, its mid tide going out. And of course the tide is roughly an hour later than the day before (or 1/28th of a day) as the moon takes 28 days to orbit the Earth.
Having grown up on the East Coast it was a surprise to visit SW Australia and find there is normally only one small tide a day..and it’s the same time very day. Dead low at around 11am every day. What’s going on there?
My take is that the tides are coming from east to west with the Earth’s rotation making it pretty straightforward on the East coast. On the South West Coast, the tide sloshing around the top end of Australia takes around 6 hours longer to reach the SW coast than the tide sloshing around the bottom of Australia. The result is a destructive interference between the high and low tides completely cancelling the normal lunar tides. All that’s left is the difference between the morning and evening high tide…ie one tide a day. Or something like that. As you head up the West Coast the destructive inteference decreases until it becomes a constructive interference aroound the Kimberley Coast resulting in some of the biggest tides in the world.
Last night was not like that.
When your darts become unruly, they can be disciplined to a degree but a battle with your darts is never a glorious victory. The harder you try, the harder it gets and such darts will never smoothly find their own way to the target. A series of outer wires can rattle the concentration and the treble-20 can start to look very small and very far away.
To peg out on such a night the overwhelming emotion is relief. Behind 6-5 and down a leg in both the 12th and 13th game it was looking like Dee Why Master Builders was heading for an 8-5 loss. It was a tight, tense match up and both teams may have been a bit nervy. Sometimes there is only a few millimetres between a 180 and a 26 and a slight tremble of the hand is more than enough to do the damage.
One of the proven techniques is to apply amber fluid regularly, generously and vigorously. It may have been the difference as Dee Why Master Builders steadied and with a bit of luck evened the legs and then went ahead to win the GF 8-6. There was much rejoicing. Bad luck to Time&Tide especially Frank & Sharyn who were the only undefeated players on the night.
The former Fishos, now Dee Why Master Builders 3 darts team managed to win the elimination final against Dee Why Master Builders 4 team to meet Time & Tide in the Grand Final at Manly Leagues club next Wednesday, 23 November from 7:30pm.
The darts constitution requires that all finals be held at away venues, so no team gets home court advantage, hence the all Dee Why Master Builders elimination final was held at Leagues as holding the final at Builders would have given both teams home advantage.
Time & Tide had comfortably beaten Builders 3 the week before at Pittwater RSL to gain their place in the GF and were rewarded with a week off to rest those niggling darts injuries and prepare psychologically for the battle ahead. They spent last Wednesday at Leagues watching the elimination final, scoring, commenting on form and generally checking out the opposition.
Of note last Wednesday was the 9-2 result. Normally, a final finishes when a team gets 8 wins but the first 2 single games finished on the same dart with both pegging darts in the air at the same time. It was unclear which dart hit the board first to claim the night.
Those Poms really think that Greenwich is the centre of the universe.
Mostly, the June Solstice occurs in Sydney on June 21 but on the year preceding a leap year it slips to June 22 before the leap year resets it back to June 21. Roughly speaking, the Earth takes ~365.24 days to orbit the sun, hence the Gregorian calendar attempts to keep the calendar in synch with the seasons by skipping the leap year every 100th year (..except every 400th year..you may remember that 2000 was a leap year).
As such, the year 1903 hadn’t had a leap year for 7 years and the solstice in Sydney slipped all the way to June 23. This was also the year that Edward VII was proclaimed Emperor of India. How are those poms, eh?
Anyway, as a quadrennial event a June 22 Solstice is woth celebrating on the BoTF in the traditional manner.
Hawkwind got their name from founder Nik Turner’s unappealing habit of clearing his throat and farting at the same time. Dave Brock is the only founding member still in the band that was formed over 40 years and at 69 is looking pretty fit for an old acid head. The band has had over 30 members including renowned science fiction author Michael Moorcock and 6’2″ tall, 52″ busted, Stacia who performed naked interpretive dance and joined the band because she was available at the time.
Well I was a big fan of ‘Space Ritual’ back in the vinyl era and was joined by a few hundred aging hippies, punks and alternatives at the Manning Bar, Sydney University to have a look at the band that is credited as linking the hippie and punk cultures.
A couple of excellent interpretive dancers (thankfully not Stacia who must be 60) provided great entertainment while the old blokes belted out the riffs. More visuals projected on a back screen were fresh from Kubrick’s 2001.
Manning Bar has a good beer range but $7.50 for a plastic cup of James Squire Golden Ale is a bit rich for this punter.
Overall a great show and a night to remember although a bit disappointed that they didn’t play Orgone Accumulator