It's a war of words down Illawarra way with Julien O'Brien, the editor of the Mercury, serving it up to greedy surfers who don't want their waves photographed and named in the local rag.
First Jules describes the marvel of having a great reefbreak near a main street:
"You can go for a surf, then jump out and walk to get a latte, a beard trim or even a fresh tatt of your latest choosing."
Clearly these are things surfers should be thankful for, but instead the ingrates yell and abuse his photographers. Jules is both mystified and miffed, so the big fella lets fly with a zinger that halts for no comma:
"Last time I checked buddy you don't own the waves."
And if selfish surfers still can't see the error of their ways, Jules is here to explain it to them:
"Look at what surf tourism has done for Tasmania at places like Marrawah or Shipstern Bluff."
Which leaves me wondering what the coffee is like at Shipsterns Bluff. Anyone know?
Oh dear...on so many levels...
sounds like he needs a shit in his shoe
Nice FR or relieve himself under the blackjack table