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with the long weekend fast upon us, we hear a lot of people speaking of their beach houses down the coast. their humble shacks that have nine bedrooms and imported pizza ovens and panoramic spa views that we didn't cop an invite to because last time we vomited on the dog.
what are we supposed to do in our inner suburban matchboxes when there are people like this who will touch the ocean this weekend? fill our cobbled triangle courtyards with sand from the childcare centre and call it a beach? tie a mast to our fixies and pretend it's a yacht? no, the best we can do is look the part.

threethousand

11:53 p.m. - 2010-04-22