...what's the deal, they're thick enough to walk on in places.

Big bright blue lumps of snot that swarm around you if you're unfortunate enough to drop a gybe in their company.

After sustaining one too many stings, as a public service I have taken it upon myself to rid the waters of these floating schools of electric plasma.

I now preceed my sessions by deviously sanding my fin into a knife-like blade to exact maximum carnage on these blubbery bastards. Rather than avoid, I seek and destroy... [}:)]

Next time you're on the bay look for me, I'm the one hysterically laughing "ha ha ha, feel my wrath" as I slice them all into sushi, one jelly at a time....

I agree that jelly fish have been around since the Cambrian Period, classing them even more prehistoric than some neanderthal kitesurfers.

Unlike kitesurfers who happily reproduce at an alarming rate with seemingly little consideration to Darwinian theory, the jellyfish's method of reproduction is asexual meaning that all those girl jellyfish don't need a boy jellyfish to get their jelly groove on.

My Point being is that King Neptune's daily schedule does not include dropping jellyfish into a blender to populate our oceans.

Back on topic, I sailed Morton Bay yesterday on a North Easter and not a single jellyfish was to be seen. One can only assume that I single handedly eradicated them.

Harrow, I think we need to consult a Marine Biologist, I certainly don't want to helping the buggers multiply. But it is my understanding that if you cut a Jellyfish in half you have one dead Jellyfish not two live ones.

Just asked a marine biologist mate of mine, he reckons that two half jellyfish = one dead one. Unlike starfish apparently, where if you chop them in half they turn into two live ones... weird eh?

Its you kities they come for Elizabeth. I hear them as they pulse by me (safely up on my windsurfer) sort of hissing and muttering "there she is. MMMMmmmmm tasty"