ERROL PARKER | Editor-at-large | Contact
In an effort to find something other than this stupid fucking bat flu to report on, our reporter spoke briefly to one of The Advocate’s staff photographers who’d been lucky enough to complete a beach holiday before all this horrible shit started to happen.
In January, just after the cricket was over, Marc Walker said he took his family over to Sigmund’s Beach over on the far western side of Lake Betoota.
He explained that after the four-hour drive and one-hour ferry cruise, they finally made it to the holiday rental he’d organised through a Sigmund’s Beach real estate agent because he enjoys supporting local businesses and not tax-dodging multi-national fuck boys like Airbnb.
As the front door swung open, his twin boys shotgunned the bunk each then decided to throw hands over who got it like grown men would.
Walking into the kitchen, Marc saw something he’d seen in pretty much every holiday home he’s rented in a medium-sized coastal town.
“Look, honey,” he said.
“There’s a fucking television in this kitchen, too!”
His wife, Diane, said she didn’t care and all she wanted to do now was thrown her shoes in the bin, drink a longneck of slightly chilled chardonnay and put her feet up.
More to come.
