Monthly Archives: September 2007

Apologies on behalf of Fasthosts.

They have the honour of hosting the inimitable Daddy papersurfer and have neglected to unlock his blog after a bandwidth contestation. I have tutted at them via email and given them a small bribe but to no avail. So if anyone is desperate for a small bit of his incessant ramblings – be patient he [...]

Capturing my inner self…

…only a true artist can capture its subjects inner being – its child within. I believe that the great Lucy Pepper has that gift. She has very kindly blessed me with this representation of my true self. Titled ‘Penfold in Pink‘ – I think it says everything about me that needs to be said… If [...]

A rare shot….

I’m normally behind the camera so photos of me surfing are as rare as rocking horse shite. This was taken by a random passer by (Ollies cousin Ben – he’s quite random and happened to be passing by)… It was clean and loverly and the water was warm. Above I’m just taking off and lining [...]

Ask Penfold anything…

…as long as I know the answer. But as I have been developing omnipotence lately that shouldn’t be an issue. This weeks mind probing inquisitions are as follows…. 70′s Teen says… Can I ask … if I surf and retain the information in my small brain cell will I win ‘Who Want’s to be a [...]

It may take a while…

…and when it does come things may get a tad stormy but hopefully worth the wait… Been doodling again – you can see this bigger at my flickr page. I didn’t surf today. But tomorrow is coming and I’ve been waiting a while…

Look what I found…

I was flitting around the interweave earlier and I came across this… …it was on a site put together by a traveller called Dave (Traveller Homes) with loads of photos of travellers buses, trucks, caravans and the like. Great memory laning for me. This lobster van was my first ever travelling home – an old [...]

I ran out of surf wax…

…I went into Ericeira surf shop and saw this image on the TV. This photograph was taken by Richard Drew at 9.41 am on September the 11th 2001. I didn’t surf today.

My Babel fish has broken…

Being one of the few English people I know that has actually managed to get their mouths around any semblance of Portuguese I was most horrified to realise today that my mastery of the aforementioned lingo had completely evaporated. I was talking to the carpenter (giving him a slight roasting for making a few fundamental [...]