Left or right. That is a question…

I’m not sitting here contemplating the futility of a political leaning. I’m not teetering towards the unoppressive embrace of Engels with a Fidel shaped tear on my cheek or marching brusquely in patent leather knee-highs to a Gestapoian goosestep. I’m simply talking surfing…

I’m a goofyfoot. There I said it. And some of my best friends are goofy too. We like going left. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not a non-ambiturning (really, really ridicuously good-looking) male model like Derek Zoolander. I *can* turn right, in fact at times I love it and do it in public. The uncertainty and thrill of that backhand bottom turn, the extra speed and adrenaline that having your back to a moving wall of water seems to generate. But the extra control and anticipation of seeing that line of swell rising up in front of your eyes makes the act of going left most agreeable…

Control or surprise? Uncertainty or anticipation? Left, right? A nice piece of toast with tea or a deep fried grasshopper on a stick in a street market in Vietnam?

Why choose at all? Why torment yourself with the conundrum? Relax – you can do both. Just don’t do them at the same time. That would be wrong…

I didn’t surf today. But I have surfed every month this year. Next up: ‘The December sessions’…

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