There are too many…’clubs’ in Melbourne, if you ask me. Everyone wants to be a part of something, which is all well and good until you factor in the fact that half of them are looney. No, I don’t want to join your moon kingdom, thanks anyway. I have no interest in living in your little cat commune. I cannot fathom what people really see in chunks of aluminium, and so far as I can tell from the website, it looks like this annual golfing expo has been in the planning stage…for over two years. I don’t know how that works, but it all sounds pretty sad.

And now there are apparently ‘treasure hunters’. Too many video games, I think, warping young minds into having strange thoughts. I can’t begrudge them TOO much since the outboard motor repair industry is strong in Melbourne, but I really wonder if people throwing their money at something all to profit them absolutely nothing is really worth it. As much as I think boating is great…not sure how I feel about this.

Maybe I’m being a grumpy gills. People clearly enjoy it, even if they’re as strange as flat-Earthers and almost as misguided. After all, people go to night pottery classes and then never make a single piece of pottery. They learn French for fun, then never get to speak it. If this bunch of treasure nutters want to go trawling Melbourne’s bays for rusted anchors and trash, then perhaps they’re just having a good time doing it. And making the bay a little bit less polluted at the same time, I suppose. As long as they’re careful I don’t see the harm.

Plus it provides entertainment to the outboard motor mechanics. In Melbourne, the Treasure Squad are their most valuable and amusing customers. Personally I book them in with a grimace, but…I suppose they’re not hurting anybody…