Tuesday, July 21, 2015

WE CAN SEE YOU

Got stuck in traffic yesterday during Dunedin's vicious peak hour, which can sometimes be as long as twenty minutes either side of 9am and 5pm, stuck behind a hulking great grey Hilux ute, jacked up on mudders, too many aerials, tinted windows far too dark to be illegal, farting diesel smoke belligerantly. And a big fuck-off bumper sticker on the canopy window, declaring in strident all-caps: DRILL HERE. DRILL NOW. And to emphasise this wasn't an invitation from the driver to take him to a gay bar and start a nuclear war, a footnote: DUNEDIN WELCOMES ANADARKO.

Erm, no we fucken don't.

Imma get out of my car and cut a bitch
In a world furiously divesting itself from fossil fuels, drilling the shit out of the sea floor on the off chance there might be shit we can pour into our fucking Cletus-spec Hilux - scratch that, shit some American oil company can sell back to us to pour in our fucking Cletus-spec Hilux - ain't something a lot of us can get behind. We're not that desperate to get on the news as the film location for the blockbuster sequel Deepwater Horizon 2: View To A Spill, and are fully aware that any jobs created by offshore drilling would stay within the industry and create negligible benefits here, compared to the potential for fucking up our valuable eco-tourism and fishing industries. (Let's start drilling for dead dinosaur juice just off the coast from the only mainland Royal Albatross colony in the fucking world. Top concept.) Which is why for every DRILL HERE DRILL NOW sticker in circulation on our roads, there's two or more inviting oil exploration (exploitation?) firms like ANADARKO to GTFO.

There's a commonality amongst the drill fetishists though. Always blokes. Always 4WDs, or tradie vehicles. Always beardy. And almost always in hi-vis. Why always hi-vis?

What is it about hi-vis that attracts the beardy cunt? Is it the bright colour? The cache that comes with being associated with classy professions like FIFO ditch digger or school crossing guard? Or is it just a bizarre affection for the Dutch national team?
 
Out in the carpark there's a dozen more fucken Hiluxes

Surely being a cunt in hi-vis would be counter-productive. You do know we can see you, right? It's kind of an unavoidable side effect of that whole DRESSING IN HIGH VISIBILITY CLOTHING DEAL.


Hey. Look. Stop being cunts, or we're all fucked. You, me, the Seychelles, the polar bears, anything less than twenty feet from shore - we're all going under. Even your shiny fucken jacked-up Hilux. As your mate Clarkson demonstrated, they're not particularly fucken waterproof.

JC heads the shops for a pack of smokes, April 2029
The Doctor is OUT.

Monday, July 20, 2015

This is not my idea of a good time


Mick Fanning almost won the J-Bay Open overnight. He was also almost taken by a massive fuck-off shark. On balance he'll probably settle for a share of the points and the prizemoney, as will fellow finalist Julian Wilson, even if chippy Godbotherer and abject knob Adriano de Souza still gets to keep the number one ranking and the canary yellow shirt into the US swing of what used to be called the ASP World Tour until the branding cunts got to it.

Your Correspondent was watching live up until halfway through the epic Slater-Fanning semi when I started drifting off - I blame Beeso (we'd just recorded the Balls Podcast and he has that effect on people). To be fair, it was past midnight on a school night. DVR'd it and the final to watch later. Not that keen now, particularly. It was only an hour or two previous on the World Surf League live-stream that one of the callers (probably the inveterately beige Peter Mel) was waxing lyrically heroic about the armada of boats stationed off the break, depth-sounders pinging diligently in the search for oceanic threats. And for good reason: Jeffreys Bay is Great White Central, never more so than right now. Which brings us to the question of why the fuck the newly corporatised and highly professional WSL Samsung Galaxy World Championship Tour is holding events there again. It'd be like pulling down the spectator fences at Roland Garros and packing the bleachers with like-minds of that stabby mate of Monica Seles.
The reason they do, of course, is that it produces fucking excellent surf and is massively popular - particularly among Aussie kids who grew up surfing East Coast point breaks. Nine of the sixteen pro tour events held at J-Bay have been won by Australians; this year's final saw defending champion Fanning of Tweed Heads taking on Fiji Pro runner-up Julian Wilson of Coolum, who'd beaten the Central Coast's Ace Buchan in the semi, who'd beaten NSW South Coast surfers Kai Otton in the quarters and Owen Wright (Fiji Pro champ, he of the twin perfect rounds) in Round 3. Dropping J-Bay off the tour (as happened for a few years) would take away a competitive advantage for your Fannings, Parkos &c. But if the organisers can't provide a workplace with an acceptable level of risk...



Ay, there's the rub. What's acceptable risk in sport? Sport shouldn't kill people. It's meant to be fun. At the pro level, it's entertainment. It's supposed to be good times. You shouldn't fucking die playing sport. Which brings us to Jules Bianchi, who passed away on the weekend from his injuries sustained in last year's Japanese Formula One Grand Prix at Suzuka. Bianchi made a mistake on a wet track and went off. His mistake was that he didn't button off enough when confronted with a crash scene decorated with double waved yellows. The race organisers' mistake was to park a large yellow JCB in the graveltrap precisely where Bianchi's head ended up, at speed. Bianchi thought he was taking an acceptable risk, based on his understanding of the dangers of the space he was in. However, the race organisers failed in their duty to provide a space in which that level of risk was understood and acceptable; there was no way he could have expected his error of judgement to be punished by ploughing face-first into a tractor. That did not factor into his assessment of acceptable risk.

So goes J-Bay. All surfers know the risk of shark attack, particularly off the east cape, but all pro surfers know there are systems in place that are meant to ensure their safety. It becomes an acceptable risk - if the system works. For whatever reason, yesterday at J-Bay, it didn't; and if the system can't be relied upon, that's an unacceptable risk. I was wondering at the start of the tournament why the women's tour doesn't surf at J-Bay. Now, I'm wondering why anybody does.