Jessica and Fred, to be married in March. It is a beautiful thing... and Fred has my book on how to be a perfect husband. Unfortunately it doesn't teach readers how to cook. Louisa and I had dinner with the happy couple to celebrate their engagement. We ate at the "Excellent Chinese Seafood Restaurant" in Carlingford Court. Not a very auspicious name, but the food is above average to good.
THis is our prospective son-in-law Fred (Rico to his underworld mates, shhhh). He is demonstrating the rhumba with a football. His friends are awe-struck. Fred is an overactive young man. He insists on punctuating his week with bouts of frenzied physical activity, with no fear of the damage he can do himself. Tennis is one of his compulsive activities.
These over-active people refused to heed my warning about too much sport. Why only this morning the radio announced a young sportsman from Bathurst collapsed and died after going for a ride on Sunday.
Fred is in love with life. Here he invites the whole world around for a group hug. He doesn't care if you got body odour or bad breath, either. That's the kind of guy he is.
Fred is an active young man - here he receives the ball on Bondi Beach - a mecca for young AUssies and a death trap for unsuspecting tourists who cannot swim. ("We lose a couple a week," he says. "Dunno where they get to. Must be sharks...)
No, not a mermaid frolicking in the shallows on Bondi Beach, but Louisa who cannot resist immersion in salty water, even though it makes your skin crawl as it dries on you. (It could be the salt, it could be the urine.)
Fred about to test his betrothed's love for him by challenging her to endure a hug from a sea-salty-urine/water encrusted fiance. (Think about it. No one I know gets out to urinate. That's why the sea is green up close. It starts out blue, but all the urine turns it green. True.)
More hugs for the world. Fred is open to the infinite.
The merry band of pranksters... I can say all their names, but I can't type them because it's the sabbath. Only kidding. I can't remember them except Louisa, and Jessica and Fred and Frank. The other guys are my new buddies.
Jessica and Fred, to be married in March. It is a beautiful thing... and Fred has my book on how to be a perfect husband. Unfortunately it doesn't teach readers how to cook. Louisa and I had dinner with the happy couple to celebrate their engagement. We ate at the "Excellent Chinese Seafood Restaurant" in Carlingford Court. Not a very auspicious name, but the food is above average to good.
THis is our prospective son-in-law Fred (Rico to his underworld mates, shhhh). He is demonstrating the rhumba with a football. His friends are awe-struck. Fred is an overactive young man. He insists on punctuating his week with bouts of frenzied physical activity, with no fear of the damage he can do himself. Tennis is one of his compulsive activities.
These over-active people refused to heed my warning about too much sport. Why only this morning the radio announced a young sportsman from Bathurst collapsed and died after going for a ride on Sunday.
Fred is in love with life. Here he invites the whole world around for a group hug. He doesn't care if you got body odour or bad breath, either. That's the kind of guy he is.
Fred is an active young man - here he receives the ball on Bondi Beach - a mecca for young AUssies and a death trap for unsuspecting tourists who cannot swim. ("We lose a couple a week," he says. "Dunno where they get to. Must be sharks...)
No, not a mermaid frolicking in the shallows on Bondi Beach, but Louisa who cannot resist immersion in salty water, even though it makes your skin crawl as it dries on you. (It could be the salt, it could be the urine.)
Fred about to test his betrothed's love for him by challenging her to endure a hug from a sea-salty-urine/water encrusted fiance. (Think about it. No one I know gets out to urinate. That's why the sea is green up close. It starts out blue, but all the urine turns it green. True.)
More hugs for the world. Fred is open to the infinite. 
The merry band of pranksters... I can say all their names, but I can't type them because it's the sabbath. Only kidding. I can't remember them except Louisa, and Jessica and Fred and Frank. The other guys are my new buddies.
1 comment:
A fantastic episode and a great representation of the day!
Thank you Angelo for your story telling photos. The commentary is sensational, almost like a Warren Miller movie.
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