This gives me the fear. Cottesloe beach last Friday night, and it’s made from…seaweed? The prophylactics of drunks rooting on the sand? Or, were the makers despairing at being stuck in Dullsville and dearly hoping an Emirates jet would spot their plea and send help? Pete F. sent this. He wonders if it was some kind of SpongeBob CHOGM thing, or the aftermath of a dugong conference. Too many questions.