Constitution and Rules – Girls

Another fantastic day!

Eel and I shot the breeze on the way up and reminisced about Br Whale and his “power of positive parking” mantra from the mid nineties.

It works! Just make up a tune and begin singing “the power of positive parking” at the top of your voice, and a parking spot will appear miraculously. It works better if you wind the windows down, but can elicit strange looks from passers-by.

We found a spot outside the Mooloolaba Surf Club, only one hour, but figured that the parking inspectors wouldn’t be out on a Sunday at 8.00 am. We were right.

So we looked at the beach and were a bit disappointed. No swell, a bit nippy and we almost piked out. Mackerel turned up and we eventually decided that we ought to get wet.

The water was warm (23 degrees C), and the surf suddenly appeared small but rideable. All in all it was brilliant.

After the swim, we began the promenade or “walkies” and came across these two ladies who were so struck by our physiques and general aura that they asked to join the Brotherhood. Unfortunately we had to refuse, because a basic tenet of the club is “No girls”, with an emphatic backward “S”.

When we looked into the cobwebbed apocrypha of the club formation, we found that Poseidon decreed that, if there was no washing, ironing or cooking involved, there was no necessity for girls. In addition any of the Brotherhood who could not control his more basic instincts for a few hours ought really take a good hard look at himself. (I don’t like the visual).

Sorry but that’s just the way it is, Marg and Jean.