…the first thing to report is the continued need for factor 50 on my (ever so slightly) follicle-free cranium, the water still only requires 3 millimetres of neoprene and most of the German plastic longboarders have vacated the line up.
Friday – the surf however has not been so pleasant – a howling north wind has left a lumpy, uneven swell pummelling the coast. Shelter has been available in Baleal bay but the small wave count has been somewhat of a bunfight – a high numpty to surfer ratio evened out the odds of catching some good waves but made for an interesting ride avoiding the swarm of flailing bodies and discarded boards…
Saturday – the gale is dying leaving a choppy windblown swell. We take refuge from the crowds and opt for rubbish waves at Bocaxica instead. Some large sets made it around the corner and made my day – big drops and lumpy faces. Skaty, uneven fun that took me to the beach several times…
Sunday – a hangover the size of Birmingham procluded any type of surfing activity. I’m glad AD has only one birthday a year.
Monday – sunday’s hangover (now the size of a small family car) still looms. I’m getting too old for this shit…
I didn’t surf today.
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I do hope that Tango didn’t drink too much …….. she’s so sweet and innocent …..
…try telling her that at 4 in the morning when she’s on top of the bass bins hooting at the DJ…
(not that could ever happen – she’s far too sweet and innocent)
For the record, there was not a bass bin in sight … just a really irritating Canadian
Oh dear oh dear oh dear ……
Sheesh, I’m far too sweet and innocent to be irritating. It was ANOTHER Canadian … Gosh.
“High numpty to surfer ratio…”
Ooooh, get you!
(Raises handbag and pouts like aging drag queen)
…you should try a manbag – much more suited to an old maid like you. I was that numpty not so long ago and although those days are gone I’ll never forget my numpty roots…
and besides I just like saying numpty. Numpty, numpty, numpty… (tra la la)
It comes from the famous surfery rhyme:
Numpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Numpty Dumpty had a great fall
Because he was a malcoordinated spaghetti-legged twat
Who couldn’t surf either
Actually, I can’t deny that the word “Numpty” is fantastic for covering a multitude of sins
No, no, no, you’re not too old for hangovers. When it gets to feeling like you got run over by a bicycle 30 minutes after your last drink, then MAYBE you’re too old.
I love it when you post pictures…they help my poor brain catch up faster on the surfer scenes you describe so whimsically.
Bicycle? I should be so lucky – more like a herd of bison… x