Glorious catastrophic storms, hideous heat and flooding, humidity and plague level mozzies up there I hear. Boxing day with my rellos in Tassie, blue skies, mild, truly glorious and clean, not a skyscraper in sight. Beer, live music, bowls, beach cricket all in a setting untainted by developers. Just the scent of eucalyptus mingling with salt water on the cleanest air in the land, and a top of 24 that feels more like 28. Serenity.
In all sincerity, take care up there, looks bloody awful.
It was a big storm last night, comfortably the biggest storm Iâve experienced. Officially we had a 106km wind gust at the height of it. The noise from the wind was amazing, you certainly would be concerned for your safety if outside. This morning, lots of tree limbs down along the esplanade. Locals Iâve chatted to all said it was the biggest storm they could remember in many years. Sometimes these things are dramatised for clicks but this was a dramatic storm. It was a very warm and sunny day yesterday (images throughout day from beach below), the storms arrived at about 9pm I think here.
Today, back to very warm and sunny. Theyâre predicting storms again later today but Iâd highly doubt they would be as ferocious as last nights. That was out of the box.
Yes, that certainly was an impressive storm. The lightning itself was a wonder to behold. The Glorious Gold Coast however, is truly resilient and unstoppable. Today is absolutely magnificent. The reflection of the sparkling ocean reflects off this cold beer as I take in a morning libation to the Sun God.
No, but I vaguely remember I read sth years ago about developer Mike Gore (and maybe Saint Joh Donât you worry about that ) making him a deal to fly out for a one-night show he couldnât refuseâŠ?
You need to listen to some Tony Cochrane interviews where he tells the story. He went to the u.s and Sinatraâs manager wouldnât meet with him as Sinatra never wanted to step foot in Australia again (i think some politician offended him or something).
So instead of accepting no for an answer, cochrane went into the building and sat in the lobby every day for a week and wouldnât leave until he got a meeting.
In the end he basically said âIâll give you 5 minutes, if you just â â â â off and donât come backâ. Cochrane gets into his office, goes to sit down and the manager says âyou are not sittingâ, but then cochrane notices something in his office to pick out and talk about as a mutual interest. Ends up spending a long time in there, makes an offer he canât refuse which is eventually accepted and Tony and Sinatra become mates and Sinatra comes to the gold coast to perform.
That storm on Christmas night was easily the most destructive storm Iâve experienced. It was even more destructive in the western suburbs where there was a tornado that caused significant damage.
Silly as it sounds, itâs been an exciting and entertaining storm season so far, great light shows and interesting storms. Of course, thinking of those impacted means this is said with gratitude that I have power and no damageâŠ
Back to mostly sunny conditions for much of the next week, though a chance of a late afternoon or evening storm which is standard for this time of year.
And just to highlight how weather can change so quickly (and violently) up here, these photos below were taken by me on the beach, in the centre of Surfers at 3:51pm Christmas afternoon. By 9pm, it was mini cyclone storm going through, rapid continuous lightening, cyclonic winds, loud thunder etc
Yes, that was easily the most violent storm I have ever seen but it was nowhere near the most destructive weather event the Gold Coast has seen. Talking to my father about it on the phone the other night he mentioned 1972 and 1974 (Brisbane floods) as being especially bad.
But Climate Change is real, storms are becoming more intense and violent. Tom Tate should lay off the BOM blame game and take pro-active measures to use the considerable economic and political power of the GGC to mitigate itâs effects and help combat the sources of it.
This threadâs gone dark. Like a Joseph Conrad novel about an inconsequential strip of prefab hotels at the ends of the earth, but actually written by Delta Goodrem.