Noosa. A funny old place on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland that really shouldn’t be. Walking down Hastings Street you get the impression that a gentrification bomb was dropped here sometime in the mid-1980s, and all these roads, shops and hotels appeared overnight. An entire suburb is built on a sandbar… Whilst it’s nowhere as compelling as atrocities like Tweed Heads, there’s a real weirdness about this place…but then again I’m pretty weird so I guess we just cancel each other out. It’s the ideal place to concoct all manner Ballardian fantasies of bourgeois psychosis, ecological destruction and (conversely) nature reclaiming the land. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Still, I digress… beautiful weather, company, beaches and exactly the end to 2012 that I needed.