Oh my God, have I stumbled across a council conspiracy?

I am hearing a strong rumour that the Walk of Stars in Caloundra may indeed be pulled out of the footpath, dismantled, kaput, no more, removed, eradicated, destroyed.

What are you thinking, council? Do you not realise that I have a star in that walk of fame.

Fair enough, mine is outside the dry cleaners at the bottom of the street and not like ACDC's Bon Scott who has one of the better corners of Bulcock Street.

I think the council should take into account that D grade celebrities such as myself are lucky to get a star anywhere on a footpath.

I want my children to take their children to Bulcock Street in the year 2050 not just to get the dry cleaning done.

I want them to look down at the footpath and say, "That was your grandad".

Was that a sea nymph or siren?

You've got to give it to those surfers at Yaroomba. They certainly live by the saying, "The show must go on".

Last weekend not only was there no surf, but there was no siren for the guy behind the microphone.

Now the siren is a very important part of a surf contest otherwise how do they know that the heat is over?

But did that stop the MC? Not on your triple thruster it didn't.

He improvised. At the end of each heat you would hear him count down, "Three, two, one" – and then make the sound of a siren into the microphone with his voice.

"Wwhhooooee," he went.

I thought I was hearing things, but no. To his credit, the gnarly old surfer ended the second round just the same.

"Three, two, one – wwhhooooee."

Brothers perfectly in tune

I just love the connection between my two boys, 14 year old Max and 11 year old Jackson.

Jackson just idolises his brother Max.

They're more than just brothers, they're friends.

They talk earnestly about play station games, Rambo movies, the size of the surf and how their school day went.

So it wasn't at all surprising to see Jackson catch his older brother Max's eye after his guitar solo in the music concert for the parents and give him a beaming smile and two thumbs up.

I watched this camaraderie from the seat behind and ever so privately teared up.

Hero of the phantom call

I chose this Melbourne Cup to go to my friend Thummo's bush retreat with six Boags Light – two for him and four for me. We were excited.

Thummo had driven to Kenilworth and put $10 on the nose of Moatize for me and $5 each way on just about everything else for him.

We watched the lead up races on Foxtel because that's all he can get out there.

The list of runners for the great race came up on the screen, the voiceover said, "They're in the boxes and they're waiting for the start.

"Racing," he yelled and right at that moment, Sky Race Channel put up a message, "Due to contract agreements we are unable to show you the Melbourne Cup".

I squealed, "Give me the clicker, Thummo. At least we can listen to it".

I turned up the volume only to lose sound to a Foxtel message that took up the whole screen, "Due to atmospheric conditions, we have lost audio to our broadcast".

Old mate and I just sat there laughing, not knowing whether we were mugs or millionaires.