Sucker's Pair-a-dice

I promise - here's my last slag - must be feeling a bit vitreous being away from my family or something. Decided to take a run along the beach from where I'm staying towards Surfer's Paradise - a couple of words that should bring to mind a magnitude of beautiful rolling waves, a line up of surfers steadily catching each roller as it crests towards shore as well as some palm trees, perhaps Jack Johnson idly strumming his guitar at the base of said trees, feeling the serenity and harmony of life all mixing into one. Alas - nothing could be further from the truth - about the only thing going for it is the beach which is long, sandy and apparently eroding as far as the eye can see. Palm trees (if ever there) have been supplanted by a seemingly unending skyline of high-rise hotels and apartments. One knows they're entering this facade as its gate of luminescence - the golden arches of a two-story Maccas - stands tall and true heralding entry to this fabled land. Perhaps it is fitting that such an anachronism of "food" should gate such a community based more on looks rather than substance - a warning of its failure to fulfill what it's name proclaims. The sort of place you'd expect to to see a lot of fuzzy dice dangling over the dashboard, bling bling fashion sense and a whole lotta posers looking for an elusive paradise that exists only in their minds - alas - Sucker's Pair-a-dice - good riddance!