Do you think Attorney General Pam Bondi is actually from Bondi? You know, like a nickname – Bondi Tony and his salubrious burgers kind of thing? Pam’s golden locks look like she’s done some time in the brine, getting shacked and sun-bleached. Probably not much surf time these days though, seeing she’s knee-deep in Senate inquiries most mornings…
I digress.
It’s Friday. Warm. The sun finally broke through and burned off that cloudy start. Bondi was on, but not on-on. Crowds everywhere – squads, yogis, swim clubs – all doing their thing.
The south swell’s fading, but still coughing up the occasional gem (I’m calling gold over diamonds right now). There’s a hint of NE swell too, so it’s a bit of a mixed bag. Either way, a swim’s on the cards – and if you can, sneak down later. Plenty of light these days for an after-work dunk.
Happy Halloween!
Adios,
Uge
