Obituary

The baghwan

Vale old girl


Obituaries are an uneasy task. Whilst the second to back page of the SMH oft provides some of the best journalism in an otherwise tawdry reporting of the previous days or even weeks events – sensationalised to generate sales – the task of having to report on a familiar friend held near and dear is another matter altogether.

Sadly a beautiful young lass was cut down this morning in the prime of her life. We’ll call her Fantasia. She left us this morning around 0830 hours. Suddenly and without warning.

Fantasia led a short yet plentiful life. Born in Bermagui on the South Coast she settled on Sydney’s northern beaches. God’s Country. A bright and bubbly young lass – she always wore orange. She was well travelled spending much of her formative years in Curl Curl interspersed with many memorable family holidays up the Coast, particularly at Hawks Nest over Xmas. She was fond of the the Coast Trip, and even spent time with the boys on surfari in far flung exotically named locales stretched along the NSW north coast – Copacobana, North Avoca, and Crescent Head to name but a few. She’d even made the Grand Tour (of Lombok).

This morning however, with Rabbidge riding her hard – an uncompromising master – she could take no more.

Aikin was first to arrive. At first he had missunderstood Rabbidge’s contorted screams of anguish as hoots of joy. He believed Rabbidge to be exulting in yet another indulgent ride upon his mistress of the sea. Alack and alas, it was pain, not joy that had Rabbidge engulfed. Upon interpretation Aikin took great concern – had Rabbidge been injured – yet worse still was he to discover that Fantasia had been cut asunder.

The baghwan

Vale old girl


Howling Rabbidge emerged from the sea – inconsolable. He trudged the quarter mile up the beach, the wind tearing at his hair. Fantasia – the orange flavoured beverage. Her cheap Black and Gold equivalent – Orangina. Or the Bhagwan as some preferred to call her is no longer whole. Sobbing Rabbidge collected her two halves and returned to his family wagon. Usually she rode freestyle – ‘bags the top bunk’ – aloft atop the wagon. Significantly, today she was placed in the caged dog-section in the back of the wagon – a hearse to carry her home.