Thursday, 7.30pm, National Geographic Bondi is my local beach but I don’t recall ever seeing a rescue in all the years I’ve paddled there. (Remember the days when you paid the man to spray you with suntan oil and pink zinc cream on the nose was the only protection against sunburn? Not that most of us would have been caught dead wearing it.) Started in 2006, this is the series’ seventh season and as usual it’s packed with action. There’s plenty of fodder: clueless people, nearly always tourists who can’t even swim, ignore the flags and are caught in a rip; big boofy blokes howl with pain from a blue bottle sting; and hysterical parents lose sight of a young child. Although it’s banned, alcohol is almost as big a problem as stupidity; police and paramedics are no strangers to this famous beach. Yet day after day the team of professional and trainee lifeguards, ever alert to unfolding danger, remains calm. Their sense of humour and devotion to the job are admirable; these bronzed Aussie characters deserve medals. A favourite in many countries, Bondi Rescue is a real nostalgia trip for expats longing for a dose of home. Tonight, things go wrong for poor Jesse when a rope gets caught in his jet ski.