Probably ten years ago, during my short residency in Melbourne, chasing the elusive corporate graphic design experience and the dot com “boom-crash-opera”. Mid summer, mid week, and stuck in the city,the surf cult/classic Big Wednesday was playing at the Moonlight cinema in the Botanic gardens, a short walk from where we were living. A handful of Uni mates, all surfers, and all feeling the restrain of the city, made a night of it.
A baking hot summer night in the city, a soothing ale, the romanticism of a classic surf movie and the temptation of potential waves the next day; far from our air-conditioned, concrete cubicles proved too much for at least two of us that night. A plan was hatched, to stooge “the man” for a day and head off on a guilty little sojourn to the east coast beaches of Victoria.