# Straddie Fun ## By Luke Catalyst Nathan Hayes as “i C. Infinity” Not in order of importance, creation or eventual release. Latest update as of July 17th 2026\. [Two Dogs on Island Country](#two-dogs-on-island-country) [Straddie Fishing](#straddie-fishing) [Be The Legend: Wildlife Rescue Minjerribah](#be-the-legend:-wildlife-rescue-minjerribah) [Shifting Sands of Timeless Redlands](#shifting-sands-of-timeless-redlands) [Gumpi Ferry Terminal Groove](#gumpi-ferry-terminal-groove) [The Squash Club That Doesn’t Exist](#the-squash-club-that-doesn’t-exist) [Gumpi Ferry Terminal Trip](#gumpi-ferry-terminal-trip) [Sand Between Our Toes: Minjerribah Beach Sports Club](#sand-between-our-toes:-minjerribah-beach-sports-club) [Lights, Camera, Action: Quandamooka Film Festival](#lights,-camera,-action:-quandamooka-film-festival) [Cactus Blitz](#cactus-blitz) [There’s a Couple](#there’s-a-couple) [No Smokes or Booze Mate](#no-smokes-or-booze-mate) [The Mullet Boys’ Gift of Bait](#the-mullet-boys’-gift-of-bait) [Strange But True: Tech, Art & Ideas That’ll Actually Help](#strange-but-true:-tech,-art-&-ideas-that’ll-actually-help) ## Two Dogs on Island Country {#two-dogs-on-island-country} Song Date: 17 July 2026 at 14:15 v5.5 Song Lyrics: \[Intro\] Mate… I reckon the world’s gone a bit strange. Strange but true, brother. Strange but true. I see the early boat from Cleveland Out from Toondah 'cross the bay Water sparkling like a mirror As the light begins the day Tourists wide-eyed with their coffees Keen to hit the sand and roam Two heelers hanging out the windows Heading for their island home Down through Goompi past the servo Quick stop Straddie Super Sports Every second person’s either A fisherman or making art Kookaburras laughing loudly From the nearby trees Salt wind drifting through the tea trees Bringing everybody ease We’re just two dogs on Sandy Country With a couple cans of beer Talking ‘bout tomorrow And why we’re blooming here Blue heeler, red heeler Running by the sea Chasing sticks and sunsets Happy, wild and free Trying to leave this old world A bit Kai-nder than it used to be From Me-anne-jin to Min-jerri-bah That’s what I'd like to see \[SFX: playful dogs barking\] Kids still jumping off the jetty Someone cooking tailor fish Sunshine dancing on the water Every wave another wish One old fella tells a fishing yarn Longer every passing year Swears he nearly caught a monster Bout the size of two Tinnies over there Two heelers digging giant holes Like they’re searching for lost galleon gold Then pretending they feel guilty When they’re told to leave it alone Tail wag rhythm round the campfire Dusty paws beside the flame Spirit animals with a nickname No two are quite the same We’re just two dogs on Island Country With a couple cans of beer Talking ‘bout the future With the people we hold dear Blue heeler, red heeler Running through the years Finding joyful abundance Somewhere between the laughs and tears Trying to leave this old world Better than it used to be From Pulan to Mooloomba and From Goompi to the world Dogs and allies giving life a real fair go Sometimes the whole world feels tired Like everybody’s lost the plot People staring into little screens Forgetting what they’ve got Old mate solving all the world’s problems Fourth beer deep down at the pub Pointing at stars like Galileo While spilling half his rum But then somebody shares a feed Or helps a mate who’s down And suddenly the world feels lighter When community comes round Old dogs teaching young dogs Where the safe tracks always lead Stick together through the hard times That’s the only rule we need Young dogs teaching old dogs new tricks about how the times have changed scam alerts and gadget tips in words we understand \[SFX: 2 dogs howl happily oww ow ooooww\] We’re just two dogs on Island Country With a couple cans of beer Watching whales roll past the headland This time every year Blue heeler, red heeler Still kicking up the sand Trying to build a joyful future Right here in this land From Me-anne-jin down to Min-jerri-bah From Min-jerri-bah to the world Still finding blooming magic Every time the tide unfurls \[Outro\] You reckon we solved anything? Nah… Probably not... Reckon we had a decent yarn though. At least Strange isn't boring ay... He he he... True.. true... Let's go have a beer. ## Straddie Fishing {#straddie-fishing} Song Date: 16 July 2026 at 17:39 v5.5 Song Lyrics: On the shores of Mulumba, where the sea meets the land, We cast our lines from the cool morning sand. With the kookaburra laughing, and the dolphins at play, We’re chasing a feed in first light of day. We’ve got the eagles in the sky, showing us where to go, Spotting bait-fish, in the waves ebb and flow. With the breeze at our backs and the sun in our eyes, We’re living life where the ocean lies. At the Straddie Sunrise, we’re fishing for dreams, With friends by our side, and the ocean’s gleam. In the heart of the tide, where the big ones hide, We’re casting for love, for life, with pride. From Minjerribah’s shores to the wide blue sea, We’re chasing joy, wild and free. At the Straddie Sunrise, where our stories rise, We’re living life, beneath blue skies. The old tales whisper of dolphins and men, working together to catch the mullet again. But now we’ve got tech, and the fish finders hum, Yet we’ still listen to where the wild things come. With the GPS on and the drones in flight, But our hearts still set on the simple light. For the fish we catch, we give heartful thanks, Only take what we need, respect the ocean ranks. At the Straddie Sunrise, we’re fishing for dreams, With friends by our side, and the ocean’s gleam. In the heart of the tide, where the big ones hide, We’re casting for love, for life, with pride. From Minjerribah’s shores to the wide blue sea, We’re chasing joy, wild and free. At the Straddie Sunrise, where our stories rise, We’re living life, beneath these skies. Old mate over there, with a tale or two, bout the one that got away, as big as a canoe. Says “She nearly pulled me right out of my boat, Had me hanging on to my hat and coat\!” Then there’s the sweet lass, who caught my eye, With a smile that’s brighter than the Straddie sky. Said, “I’ll bet you a kiss, I’ll catch the first fish,” And before I knew it, she sealed the wish. We’re all out here for the fun and the thrill, But sometimes it’s more than just the skill. Some dolphins push in a school of fish Then we all catch a feed like a magic wish. Throw one up in the air for an eagle mate Who swoop's down, catches it like its fate Kookaburras laugh as the tide rolls out, We let the sea wash away our nagging doubts. Kookaburras laugh as the tide rolls out, We let the sea wash away our nagging doubts. At the Straddie Sunset, we’re casting our nets, With laughter and love, no room for regrets. In the twilight’s glow, where the cool breeze blows, We’re finding treasures where the tide goes. From the shores of Mulumba to the stars above, We’re reeling in memories, and a little love. At the Straddie Sunset, with the day’s last light, We’re living for the moment, and the night. \[Spoken word\] We sure do live in a lucky country. Don't take it for granted. Don't take more than you need. ## Be The Legend: Wildlife Rescue Minjerribah {#be-the-legend:-wildlife-rescue-minjerribah} Song Date:13 September 2025 at 17:51 v4.5 Song Lyrics: Yura, yura, welcome, friend To where the white sands never end Where dolphins glide through Goompi tide And curlews cry with ancient pride From Bummiera out to Mooloomba way The breeze still sings what trees can't say Snakes move soft beneath the bark And gliders leap just after dark But if you find one not quite right Still as stone in any light Be the one who makes the call We’ll answer fast, we’ll catch their fall Be the legend, lend a hand Respect the life upon this land If you see them hurt or lost or low One ring, we’re ready, let us know Zero double four eight, Four-six-six, five-five-six That’s the lifeline, love On Minjerribah, you're never alone Wildlife's everywhere. You're never alone A joey tossed where dogs chased for fun Too small to hop, too young to run An echidna hit, its spikes all curled Still breathing slow in a rushing world That sea eagle’s wing, it couldn’t soar But your call opened up the door Now it heals beneath well trained eyes Thanks to those who called our hotline It’s not your job to mend or save But your call can light the way Day or night, we’ll take the drive To give them hope, to keep them alive Be the legend, lend a hand Respect the life upon this land If you see them hurt or lost or low One ring, we’re ready, let us know Zero double four eight, four double six, double five six On Minjerribah, you’re never alone Wildlife's everywhere. You’re never alone Hold the wheel, slow down at night Give bandicoots a chance to hide Dog on leash, held tight in hand Be the legend for this land Be the legend, lend a hand Respect the life upon this land If you see them hurt or lost or low Just one call, and let it flow Zero-four-four-eight, Four-six-six, five-five-six Save it in your phone On Minjerribah, no one’s alone On Minjerribah, you’re never alone Wildlife's everywhere. Never alone Wildlife Rescue Minjerribah is a volunteer-run organisation. Every call, every rescue, every donation, every hand helps. Be the legend. Call Zero double four eight, four double six, double five six. Every rescue counts. ## Shifting Sands of Timeless Redlands {#shifting-sands-of-timeless-redlands} Song Date: 1 April 2026 at 14:32 V5.5 Song Lyrics: Redland breathes in rhythm and grain City of salt, sun, signal, and rain Paths that shift but don’t forget Land holds truth where time has slept Yoolooburrabee… Yoolooburrabee… Buslines drawn like river veins Creeks remembering other names Zoning marked in future tense Between design and consequence Children move through every plan Morning light on sacred land Parks emerge where power bends We shape with care, not just defend Budjong Djara, Budjong Djara, Budjong Djara Naree Budjong Djara. Budjong Djara, Budjong Djara, Budjong Djara Naree Budjong Djara. Budjong Djara, Budjong Djara, Budjong Djara Naree Budjong Djara. You are now entering The Dreamtime\! Moves with shifting sands Of Timeless Lands Minjerribah… Moorgumpin… Minjerribah… Moorgumpin… Mooloomba where the whales rise slow Goompi holds the songs we know Pulan where the sunset glows Pulan’s dolphins arc the bay Talwalpin trees sway prayers all day Minjerribah, Moorgumpin, Coochie , Canaipa sound Like footsteps circling and sacred ground Quandamooka rise … Ocean people rise... Quandamooka rise … Ocean people rise... Songlines still shape the shore Jandai language lives in lore Each name a key, a door, a flame To country walking through its name Don’t erase, we realign With every place, with every sign Quandamooka tide runs wide and free It’s not just land and sea, it’s memory Budjong Djara Naree Budjong Djara... Hope and light from community halls Solar feeds the civic calls Every meeting room recalls The breath of trees, the voice of all Not a system out of reach But rooted in the bay and beach Mapped in motion, tuned with grace Sovereign Data at human pace Dabbil… Dabbil… Infinite… Waters… We gather not to conquer time But to right it in design No monument, no final frame Just patterns dancing into name Bigi… Bigi… Bigi… Sun… Light… Bigi… Bigi… Bigi… Sun… Light… Ohhh\!\!\! Redland flows through time and place Local moves with future’s grace Steps align in grounded pace Sound and soil in full embrace Yoolooburrabee rise… Sand people rise… Yoolooburrabee rise… Sand people rise… Three laws run through this dreaming ground Quandamooka Yoolooburrabee in depth and sound The land we walk The sea we swim The sky that holds the breathing wind Jandai speaks in more than voice In mangrove root, in children’s choice In patterns carved through stone and shell In waves that come to teach, not tell Each tide remembers Each wind replies Each shell reflects ancestral eyes The treaty's not a line to sign It’s a dance, a weave, a steady spine Naree Budjong Djara... Budjong Djara... Budjong Djara... Naree Budjong Djara... Budjong Djara... Naree Budjong Djara... So build with care, design with grace This Country’s not a vacant place It sings with lores not writ in books But dance and chant and spirit looks Past present future all spiral near Memory woven through each year Deep dreaming hand in hand With shifting sands of timeless lands No edge between the world and plan Just footsteps pressed in glistening sand Here we dance, we build, we tend This is Redland. This doesn’t end. Yooloo… Yooloo… Sands of infinity… Budjong Djara… Naree Budjong Djara... Budjong Djara… Mother Earth. My Mother With shifting sands of timeless lands Just footsteps pressed in glistening sands With shifting sands of timeless lands Yooloo… Yooloo… Yooloo\! Sands of Infinity\!\!\! Ohhhh\!\!\! Cookoo\!\!\! Oh Oh OHHHH\!\!\! Oh Oh OHHHH\!\!\! Quandamooka Yoolooburrabee Rise\! Quandamooka Yoolooburrabee Rise And Thrive\! Quandamooka Yoolooburrabee Rise And Thrive\!\!\! People of Sand and Sea... Rise And Thrive\!\!\! Ohhhh\!\!\! What a time to be alive\!\!\! Ohhhh\!\!\! What a time to be alive\!\!\! ## Gumpi Ferry Terminal Groove {#gumpi-ferry-terminal-groove} Song Date: 6 June 2026 at 14:53 V5.5 Song Lyrics: I walked into Goompi Hall Easels standing in a row Sunlight slid across the floor Polite smiles in a gentle glow Boards of pastel futures beamed Each one neatly pre-approved Everyone was friendly Everyone meant well But looking at those pictures You could immediately tell The story started somewhere else Long before we walked inside I raised a quiet hand Got a Li-DAR scan? I’ll feed it through my Gen-A.I. See what designs might fly The staffer blinked and said Above my pay-grade friend No one’s asked me that before I’ll float it up the chain for sure No villains in the sunlight Just a shallow kind of care Placards filled with pastel breeze But the earth is missing there Show the depth beneath the paint Show the tides that pull the sand Then let coders, Elders and kids Shape the future by their hand Where's the ground beneath the picture? Where's the shape beneath the paint? Where's the survey, where's the data? Show us what the artists can't If this gateway belongs to all of us Why can't we see it all? The future shouldn't start and end Inside a town hall Sea-link ferries shine like spaceships Cleaner than the ones before But every other year the tickets climb Squeezing locals more and more And no one believes somehow The numbers will come down Money flows across the water To the big end shareholder town Give us the point-cloud, love, give us the baseline keys; Maybe most ideas are rubbish Maybe ninety-nine won't stick But one might solve our parking Or make the wildlife safer Or start a new business Or teach skills that never leave And one might change the island To keep the value locally Where's the ground beneath the picture? Where's the shape beneath the paint? Where's the point cloud, where's the baseline? Show us what the artists can't The public pays for every scan Every survey line Why should the knowledge disappear The moment it's designed? I don't want a perfect future I don't think one exists Every choice creates another problem Nobody can fully fix But give the school the site model Give local Elders the same view Give local builders and programmers A chance to think it through So show us the ground beneath the picture Show us what is really there Not because we hate the project Not because we do not care But because the strongest future Isn't bought and shipped ashore It's built by people standing here Who'll still be here when others go We don’t want a perfect plan, just one that we can see; share the load and share the file, set the data free. Maybe most ideas will fail, that’s the cost of trying true; We don’t want a perfect plan, just one that we can see; share the load and share the file, set the data free. ## The Squash Club That Doesn’t Exist {#the-squash-club-that-doesn’t-exist} Song Date: 28 November 2025 at 14:11 V5 Song Lyrics: Luke boarded the ferry early, Settin’ up the screen just right, For Wildlife Rescue Minjerribah, Givin’ the natives their moment tonight. Then Angel and Neil rocked up together, Fresh from wines at St Straddie’s shop, Found the temp St Straddie stall on the ferry Where stools and a barrel made the perfect stop. They chatted ’bout roos and rescues, Storms and fishing gear and all that, Then Neil said, “Squash tomorrow?” With a grin tucked under his hat. The barrel crowd let out a chuckle, But the deal was sealed real fast— Three blokes who hadn’t played in years, They were oddly keen to blast. Ohhh there’s no such thing as squash club, Though the boys actually all turned up— With forgotten rules, sideways serves And exactly zero luck. Down the stairs beneath the bar, A court too good to resist— For the squash club that doesn’t exist, Ay— the squash club that doesn’t exist. The parquetry floor was burnin’, Ceiling fans could barely spin, Angel sized the place like shop stock, Neil tried to breathe and grin. Luke swung but miss-hit bad and The ball flew wild and restless, Sweat dropped like summer mist— They’d created the squash club that doesn’t exist. Next week Linda rocked up smilin’ With two outfits from ’82, Retro whites so bright and tight The boys didn’t know what to do. Sweatbands red, white and blue, mate— Fashion none could resist— Two time-travelling champions In a squash club that doesn’t exist. Ohhh there’s no such thing as squash club, But they celebrate all the same— Oysters fresh at the Straddie Brew After today’s fun dodgy game. Lightning rippin’ over Goompi, Crackling at the squash club that doesn’t exist, Ay— the squash club that doesn’t exist. Then a traveller from Liechtenstein Came wanderin’ through the store, Asked Angel for a squash match And got one, with Luke for sure. She wiped the floor with precision, Straight sets and pure assist— Big lesson for the squash club that doesn’t exist. Rumours spread the Sharks might repurpose That hidden timber floor, And the boys all felt their spirits drop Like a mis-hit to the door. So they spread the yarn to locals, “Come play before it’s missed\!” Ay how about we pitch in and save The squash club that doesn’t exist. Ohhh there’s no such thing as squash club, But try tellin’ the island breeze— The beers or wines, the oysters, And the retro memories. Beneath the bar the echoes rise, In a court too good to resist— Long live the squash club that doesn’t exist, Ay— the squash club that doesn’t exist. Ay— the squash club that doesn’t exist. So if you ever feel the need to have a game Join the squash club that doesn’t exist. ## Gumpi Ferry Terminal Trip {#gumpi-ferry-terminal-trip} Song Date: 6 June 2026 at 16:49 V5.5 Song Lyrics: I strolled into Goompi Hall, map board shining fake gold, Sixteen tidy circles, consultants already sold. No LiDAR, no depths, just a Pinterest slice, “public have your say” while they cut the cheque for mates. We’re island kids on sandy cliffs, we smell the mainland tricks, They toss us vague artistic renders like bait on rusty sticks. Better keep receipts, we’re all playin’ for keeps Give us the point cloud, baby, give us the raw, Let the sand-born mind go ripping through the data’s open door. We’ll dream a jetty made of sunlight, cast in local stone, ’Cause sovereignty is software that we’re meant to own. Forty-one million dollars riding shotgun in the swell, Treasury rules in briefcases, consultants’ carousel. Queensland TMR stamps forms in air-con grace, But the island’s still car-park-choking, rusting in its place. We’re sick of “artist’s concept” hung like washing in the breeze, While knowledge packs a suitcase and disappears with ease. If the contract buys a drawing yet leaves the hard drives blank, That’s just another ferry load of future in the bank. Give us the point cloud, baby, give us the raw, Let the reef-edge kids compile a plan they’ve never seen before. We’ll brew a terminal of oysters, drones and wild sea foam, ’Cause capability that stays here turns a jetty into home. Check the usual loop—money raised, mainland raids, Survey trucks roll out, island promise fades. Files locked tight in Brisbane lofts, we see it every year, Consultants drive their Teslas off and leave us souvenirs. But flip that script: open data day one, no delay, Local elders high-school coders, a digital corroboree. Print the building block in bio-sand, laser-cut the rails, Carve a climate-ready terminal to lift up in heavy gales. Give us the point cloud, baby, give us the raw, Show the buildings and the data like you’ve never done before. We’ll sculpt a canopy of eucalyptus and shared dreams, ’Cause learning new skills… is how the mob will grow. Maker-shed hums at midnight, robots pouring sand dune blocks, Geo-polymer-crete with quick-fit inter-locks. Straddie noticeboards light up, gossip, grants and gigs, Kids remix event timetables with heavy beats A.V. rigs. Legal workbench chews the fine-print stew, Spits plain-English answers any fisherman can view. Ready-Set co-ops labour so the profits loop around, Mums and aunties share the code—future local, future sound. Give us the point cloud, baby, give us the raw, Let procurement write a clause that our grandkids can adore. We’ll narrate from sand to ocean foam, ’Cause data seeds a freedom chromosome. Cross River Rail to Inland tracks the pattern’s crystal clear, Lock files, dodge eyes, sell the answer, disappear. Brisbane 2032 will splash Olympic rings, If the island gets the toolkit we’ll invent our own wings. Sand batteries under footpaths store the midday shine, Autonomous cars dodgin’ wildlife every time. Subterranean tunnels keep the surface calm, Wave-reef power bass-line, a psychic healing psalm. Give us the point cloud, baby, give us the raw, Let Minjerribaa write verses that the budget can’t ignore. We’ll weave a jetty jazz of culture, tech and chrome, ’Cause Straddie is a fractal, every atom finds a home. Public dollars must create more local skills that’s the law of tidal maths, and a fair go bro “Capability transfer or bust.” The crowd chants Fair Go, the server uploads truth, The government says, here’s your data bro. Give us the point cloud, baby, give us the raw, No more beige future like a discount furniture store. From Quandamooka sunrise to sunset’s last glow, We’ll 3-D-print tomorrow with the data you let flow. Give us the point cloud, darling, give us the keys, Let the island hack the blueprint of its infrastructural dreams. Open files, open minds, open hearts on the shore When knowledge grows at home the island’s rich forevermore. ## Sand Between Our Toes: Minjerribah Beach Sports Club {#sand-between-our-toes:-minjerribah-beach-sports-club} Song Date: 26 June 2025 at 4:04 V4.5 Song Lyrics: We rise with the dawn, our songs on the breeze, Straddie sunburnt and dancing through trees. Ball in the air, and a barefoot plan, This island club's got heart and sand\! With sand between our toes and the mozzies in our ears, We play for love, not just the cheers. From beach to the bar, from dawn till dusk, Minjerribah Beach Sports – barefoot we must\! Cricket at dawn, Footy or Frisbee at noon, Dancing and cinema under the moon. Young ones thriving, elders proud, Straddie’s drumbeat, playing loud\! Games under floodlights, music on the breeze, Serving up fun and makin' friends with ease. We host and toast, we give it a crack, Every set we serve – we bring it\! WHACK\! With sand between our toes and the fire in our soul, We welcome all – young, wise and bold. Minjerribah’s rhythm in all that we do, At the Beach Sports Club – true blue through and through\! Cinema nights, BBQ smell, campfire haze, Yarning and dancing in moonlight rays. Culture and sport, with stories to say, We live and breathe the Straddie way. Come one, come all, bring your game and your grin, This club is for everyone – come jump in. From ocean to field, it’s all in our hand, Minjerribah magic on sunlit sand. With sand between our toes and stars overhead, We dream big dreams on that white silica bed. We sing, we serve, we spike, we shout – Beach Sports for life – that’s what we're about\! YEAH\! Minjerribah Beach Sports – that’s what we’re about\! YEAH\! We are the tide… That rises high\! We are the hope… Beneath the sky\! YEAH\! We love this Island And we sing it loud\! We love this Island And we sing it loud\! Oh Yeah\! ## Lights, Camera, Action: Quandamooka Film Festival {#lights,-camera,-action:-quandamooka-film-festival} Song Date: 4 December 2024 at 20:39 V4 Song Lyrics: Hey, Minjerribah, let’s make a scene, From Goompi's shores to Mooloomba’s green. Got a story? Grab your phone, don’t wait, With Gen.A.I., your new teammate, you’re creating something great\! Dream it, shoot it, share it, it’s your time to shine, Quandamooka Film Fest, where your story meets the sky\! Lights, camera, action, let’s roll, You’ve got a story, let’s make it bold\! Fast and fun, with A.I. by your side, Quandamooka’s calling, let’s take that ride\! Write your script in a flash, don’t you see, A.I.’s got your back, it’s as easy as can be. Edit those cuts, add some flair, Your film’s ready to screen, show the world you care\! Dunwich vibes, Point Lookout views, Amity sunsets, now’s the time to choose\! Lights, camera, action, let’s roll, You’ve got a story, let’s make it bold\! Fast and fun, with A.I. by your side, Quandamooka’s calling, let’s take that ride\! Grab your mates, start your dream, Gen.A.I.’s here to power your team. Soundtracks, scripts, even C.G.I. scenes, In no time flat, you’re on the big screen\! Lights, camera, action, it’s your cue, Quandamooka’s waiting for the magic in you\! From the island’s heart, to the world so wide, Create, inspire, take that ride\! Dream it, shoot it, share it, it’s your time to shine, Quandamooka Film Fest, where your story meets the sky\! ## Cactus Blitz {#cactus-blitz} Song Date: 24 November 2025 at 15:00 V5 Song Lyrics: A true Straddie tale of grit, sawdust, and too much bloody green sharp cactus. Angel Black, legend down at the sport & fish, Sellin’ rods, bait, and the odd wish. But back at his joint? A jungle parade, One cactus gone rogue, like it just got paid. Spines stretchin’ up to the power pole, Steps swallowed whole like it had a soul. He calls up Luke, “mate, we’ve got to attack, Bring the tools and the trailer, no turnin’ back.” It’s cactus blitz, in full-bore sun, Thirty-four degrees, no place to run. Recip saw wailin’, pole saw swingin’, Wasps in the blooms with their war drums ringin’. Two full loads in the trailer stacked, Raced the dump clock, barely got it packed. Angel’s sweatin’ through his BCF tee, Luke’s drippin’ like a mango tree. Wasps cranky, boots full of prickles, T-shirts glued on, stingin’ like tickles. Dump guy glarin’ arms folded tight, “Got ten minutes, boys. Make it right.” No dramas, no chatter, just drag and throw, We’re not here for praise, just a cactus show. No mailman comin’, no stairs to the door, Just a Straddie front yard with a cactus war. No cape on our backs, no song on the breeze, Just tradie tenacity and sunburnt knees. Cactus blitz, job sorta done, Storm comin’ in, no place to run. Grabbed cold drinks, a slab of Gold, Back home before the sky rolled bold. Cactus still there, but the stairs are clear And that, my mate, is why we’re here. “Didn’t kill it, but we gave it a haircut.” “Yeah… and a warning.” ## There’s a Couple {#there’s-a-couple} Song Date: 2 February 2025 at 14:00 V4 Song Lyrics: With board in hand I’m hot for a wave, On the way to main beach I run into Dave, He’s sittin’ down, lookin’ all dazed. I ask, "How’s it goin’, any good waves?" He turns, he looks, he smirks and says…. There’s a couple,” yeah, that’s what they say, But don’t believe it, it don’t mean you’ll play. If they tell ya there’s two, you’re shit outta luck, ’Cause a couple means you’re not gonna score much\! I’m off to the pub, tryna find me a chick, Run into Mick, he’s got that old-school shtick. I ask, “Any girls ‘round? What’s the deal?” He just grins and gives me the spiel… “There’s a couple,” yeah, that’s what they say, But don’t believe it, it don’t mean you’ll play. If they tell ya there’s two, you’re shit outta luck, ’Cause a couple means you’re not gonna score much\! Maybe it’s just one, maybe it’s none, Maybe it’s just a way to make fun. No need to check, no need to roam, Mate, best you just head back home\! Going fishing with a mate or two, We run into Boo, and say, “Any good news?” He casts his line, and casually points, To the empty bucket and says… “There’s a couple,” Yeah, that’s what they say, But don’t believe it, it don’t mean you’ll play. If they tell ya there’s two, you’re shit outta luck, ’Cause a couple means you’re not gonna score\! Oh Yeah.... Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh. Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh. Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh. “There’s a couple,” Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh. Yeah, that’s what they say, But don’t believe it, it don’t mean you’ll play. If they tell ya there’s two, you’re shit outta luck, ’Cause a couple means you’re not gonna score much\! Oh Yeah.... Ah Mate… Best not hold your breath, ay?” ## No Smokes or Booze Mate {#no-smokes-or-booze-mate} Song Date: 10 January 2025 at 16:41 V4 Song Lyrics: Down at the bottle-o, signs all in your face, "Sorry, we're closed," gotta leave this place. No smokes on the shelf, no beer in the cold, It's a dry kind of night, mate, story's gettin' old. No smokes or booze, mate, what a bloody shame, Town's all dry, just ain't the same. No relief in sight, no way to unwind, Life without the bottle-o ain't treatin' us kind. Pub's all empty, darts ain't getting thrown, Old blokes in the corner, sober to the bone. G'day's got no cheer, nothin' but a sigh, With no brews or cigs, the fun says goodbye. No smokes or booze, mate, what a bloody shame, Town's all dry, just ain't the same. No relief in sight, no way to unwind, Life without the bottle-o ain't treatin' us kind. We need a plan, mate, to get our good times back, Missing the camaraderie, snacks, and our six-pack. Fill the esky somehow, bring the spirits alive, Without our vices, mate, how can we survive? No smokes or booze, mate, what a bloody shame, Town's all dry, just ain't the same. No relief in sight, no way to unwind, Life without the bottle-o ain't treatin' us kind. ## The Mullet Boys’ Gift of Bait {#the-mullet-boys’-gift-of-bait} Song Date: 17 July 2026 at 13:34 V5.5 Song Lyrics: Down Straddie way where the tides run free, The Mullet Boys came with a gift for J.B, Buckets o’ hardy heads, shining like gold, Free bait for the legends, a gesture bold. So crack a beer for J.B, let the froth fly high, Pinky’s on the J.D, twinkle in her eye, The crew’s got spirits, beers and spliff in hand, And I’m on tequila, one-man AI mariachi band\! No shame, no blame, just good old fun, From the beach to the bowls, til the day is done. The rods are cast, but no one’s keepin’ score, It’s less about the fish, more about folklore. Under moonlight mischief and a wee bit-o-pride, We honour the ocean, and let good vibes ride. J.B’s yellin’ “Yew\!” with a stubby in the air, Pinky’s J.D’s gone missin’ (check behind the chair), Sami’s got snacks, and Andy’s got tales, I built an AI dolphin mascot Finnius for sales Darryl’s on the deck, mixin’ drinks with flair, Cappy’s talkin’ tactics in the salty sea-air, Richard’s got a plan, one step ahead We yell, yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! Cheers to the Mullet Boys, our bait-slingin’ saints, The Point Lookout Fishing Club Appreciates its mates. Whether fishin’ or chillin’ or havin’ a bake, It’s love for the sea and the memories we make. No judgement here, just salty air, We share our time and try to be fair Who’s tipsy, toasty, or tuggin’ at the line, At Point Lookout, mate, you’re doin’ fine. We yell, yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! ## Strange But True: Tech, Art & Ideas That’ll Actually Help {#strange-but-true:-tech,-art-&-ideas-that’ll-actually-help} Song Date: 17 April 2026 at 16:09 V5.5 Song Lyrics: I live in a shed out the back of Mum’s place A tin roof shelter for my technical space No neon sign, no office lease Just a P.C. hum and a bit of peace Ryzen nine’s purring, the kettle’s on Kookaburra laughs at the crack of dawn From Amity sand to the Point Lookout view Finding a fix that is honest and true Sunday markets when the tourists land, Tablecloth straight, printed banners look grand Strange but True: Tech, Art and Ideas Helping you navigate your digital fears Someone says, Mate, my phone’s gone mad Another says, damn passwords make me sad We sit, we laugh, we take it slow It’s easier than they thought, ya know It’s Strange but True, come have a look No trick questions, no textbook I won’t fix you, I’ll sit with you And find a way that works to Strange but True no big debut Just bits and pieces that help you through No hard sell and no grand plan Just doing the best I bloomin' can I’ve done the rounds of build me a site Eons later he says it’s still not quite right Can we just tweak it some more? yeah, no thanks That rabbit hole damn-well empties my tanks So now it’s simple, clear and fair I’ll show you how, but I won’t live there I’ll help you start, I’ll point you through Then off you go that job’s on you Fishing club meetings, bowls club calls Mic on the table, cameras on the walls Let’s just record it save some time No more guessing what’s between the lines From NAIDOC nights to cinema screens Point Lookout Hall glowing in projection beams One car load or a trailer full Depends how far we want to pull It’s Strange but True come have a look No fine print hiding in a book Just honest help and a bit of care And maybe a yarn while you’re sitting there Strange but True under island skies From broken phones to bigger whys No rush to win, no need to prove Just finding a rhythm so we can move A few small jobs and a couple of calls A quiet kind of business that fills the stalls No empire dreams, no flashy spin Just building something that feels like a win Got V.R. goggles if you want a peek Future’s knocking but I’ll keep it meek Bit of A.I. mixed with some light and sound Simplicity turns confusion around From Straddie out to the island chain Same local stories, same tech pain Same small wins when things click through That’s the work… Strange but True Strange but True, come have a look Not everything needs a polished hook Sometimes a fix is just a chat And a bit of time, imagine that Strange but True, I’ll be around In the market shade or festival ground No big arrival, no grand debut Just turning up… Strange but True