Photo L-R: Brothers Garfish, Mackerel, Whale, Flounder, Kipper, Eel
Ah! sunny Queensland, as the man said, “beautiful one day, perfect the next”.
About ten or more years ago, a bunch of us over 40′s (as we were then) decided we needed a little more variety in our lives, a bit of action, adventure and excitement, so we donned our budgie smugglers (speedo swim trunks) and headed to the beach to see what the world had to offer us.
We discovered that mostly it was sand in the crotch after being dumped on our heads in the surf.
Still, one thing led to another, and what started out as a informal gathering soon developed into a club, with secret names, an unwritten constitution, rules, dress code, and rival gangs.
This is our story.
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Well Bill you have done it now, let the world know about SMB.
I think in the charter of rules, all 2 of them that if you divulge information about SMB we have to kill you.
This is a little’s harsh so I will just have to tell every one out there in blog land just how SMB came to be.
For those who do not know me I am brother Whale the good looking one in the photo.
It was the day after Christmas and Bill (aka) Brother Kipper had decided to get a group of friends together, whom had consumed more than a little Christmas cheer and head up the coast, for a spot of swimming this was at 6.00am and we all looked like death wormed up.
On arrival at Mooloolaba we headed in to the surf and by a strange and wonderful coincidence where all wearing black DT’S ( Dick Togs ) the water works it its wonders and sobered us up in no time, a brisk walk ensued to the light house point and then back to the water for one more swim followed by breakfast .
It was so enjoyable that Bill suggested that we do it again next Sunday thus began SMB.
I will close with this its up to all SMB members to relate there experiences of SMB how ever it would not be a good idea to mention my body surfing style.
Wayne (aka Brother Wheal)
Well its time we opened SMB to the world.
Its time to join the SMB revolution.
Its time to throw of the bonds of normality to show the world that we are, Men Men with nick name like fish.
So send an email to the president of the SMB, and ask how to join the greatest and most secret group in the world where you make the rules as you go.
Its time brothers to rise up swim and be free its time.
I don’t think anyone can truly appreciate the aerobic value of having to suck in your paunch for the entire 3000 metre walk each Sunday–>
strange people! M