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Monday, February 18, 2008

Clareville Beach And 'Bloody Torpedos'

BIT MORE FROM ‘GRUMPY OLD BLOGGER’.

Any body remember the NAVEL TORPEDO BASE at TAYLORS POINT, via CLAREVILLE BEACH?
CLAREVILLE BEACH and the “Bloody Torpedo”

Out back of Avalon NSW lives a pretty Pittwater beach, and Clareville, that’s her name. On a peaceful day the beach was pillaged and rent, this is how pretty Clareville Beach, for some time, would to never be the same.

Our Navy boys were our friends, they protected us down under, this day a untervasser thing went mad, well folks they made a blunder.

Must stop, re-late, go back to get attention, Milkrun and Pancho, Mrs. Selley and Mr. Fox, well, they must rate a mention.

Adrian me mate, he fits in with the go, he had a “Cat” moored in Clareville Bay, no surf on Avalon, not a problem, rig the cat and sailen’ down the Pittwater, gees, what more is there to say.

The ‘Targets”, was there three of them, like bastions I supposes, ‘borrow’ a rowboat of the beach, ‘cause there was a fish that lingered underneath, a name something just like Moses.

For many years the base existed nestling in foreshores oh so pretty, to denigrate such a place was, well, was a bureaucratic pity.

Just before the air was blown, sending “Big Fish” down the bay, crash boats raced, hither and yon, we’re Navy blokes, and we jest you not we have the very, very last say.

I think the story ‘bout the base is really a fundamental, just a small diversion, you see this yarn, its JohnFarls story, of mine it’s just a version.

Mores’ the pity, this navel base, it was the place of dread, adjacent to the place Mrs.Selley races “John, JFK is dead.

Hang on, we digress, the “bloody torpedo”, what went asunder, oh I remember, off she goes on a nor’ be nor’ the targets she go’s right under.

Some chaotic trivial malfunction hits the fan, “the fish” has a minor glitch its ‘bloody’ rudder bumbles, now it heads east be east, boats and Clareville Beach, watch out blokes the things gone mad, up the beach she rumbles.

Damage, there was none, all the floating stuff was spared but what a bloody show, only damage, Aussie Navy, “the bloody torpedo” and their Navy ego

You live at Clareville in liven’ times, you think this yarn’s a scam, trust me people you heard it first, JohnFarls and Pancho, your old Avalon Milkman man.
John D. Farley
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