As I lie under the gearbox of my 7.5 tonne truck the rhythmic tick-tocking
I’m only posting today because, quite frankly, I am sick to the back
Every now and then I sift through my statcounter and see why or how people arrive at Papersurfer
If you ask a German any more than a few years younger than myself about world conflicts in the 20th century you’ll mostly be met with a blank face.
I demand freedom. Society has smeared its smog covered and weighty hand across the canvas of surfing and created a brutal corporate image for us to adhere to. It was the last bastion of the open mind and the free will to express ourselves in a physical and raw moment of integration with the universe.… Continue reading The future of surfing…
Living in the foothills of the Serra de Estrella in central Portugal is supposed to be an idyllic existence – stunning picture postcard scenery, perfect weather all enhanced by friendly and convivial neighbours. Aging donkeys retiring peacefully by the river, toothless old crones carrying bags of washing on their heads. Just the sound of birds… Continue reading I f**king hate pikeys
Having spent several years floating around in the blogiverse one thing I can say is that if you haven’t got anything interesting to say then don’t say anything. (I didn’t surf today)
…due to a painful and excessively embarrassing incident involving an ancient snowboard, a distinct lack of finesse and my unprotected coccyx – I’ve been spending too much time cruising the interweave for idle stimulation. In an attempt to distract my mind from my aching derriÃ¨re I’ve found myselfÂ following numerous threads on surfing forums and surf… Continue reading Surf rage…