O....M....G...!! Could it be?

Jeez wellymon. Your cryptic clues are nearly as lame as mine ;) I mean, "Johno Martin at the chrissie pageant" would've impressed me, or "we don't call it a tuberide here, we call it a body in a barrell".
Spent a few years in your fine state - late 80s/early 90s.... The "new century" rocked..... Awesome kebabs across the road........ All gone now.... revisited last may..... So much has changed..... except heavy secluded lefts are still "ethnically named"......

Hey, wellymon, you're not uplift "incognito" are ya mate?... There's only room for one touchy C*** here.....It was a joke bro'....

And anyway you don't need velcro gloves and a sheep out your way, just need a piece of pvc full of blow flies....
Onya champ.....

Now, now, you're a big boy, jellymon'. You don't need ya' mates to back you up ;).
All sledges aside, wellsy, I don't mind the stairdodger. He might be a c*** at times, but hey so am I.... like a big hairy abalone. hehehehe. But the muscle man calls a spade a spade, not a fricken shovel.
Don't agree with his ideology, but at least he has one, unlike most of the Kim Kardshian/ dancing with stars/ ipod watching fucktards that inhabit this earth.....
Cheers, Big fella.
ps - 1989 - pulled up at one of those "lefts", the one closer to Adelaide. Got the death stares from "the boyz sittin' on the wooden railing.... 3 guys out. One on a pretty big board getting some bombs. Went to paddle out. Nearly got cleaned up on those bizarre rock ledge "things" where you jump in.. Only got 4 waves, 3 of which gave me a beating. But one ripper - not super deep, but deep enough, followed by a touch and go flick out. Good memory that one.... Pretty heavy spot....