As we all know commuting to work adds a certain drudgery to the day’s proceedings; the stuffy, crowded train carriage where you rattle to work with your head lodged into somebody’s armpit. Continue reading “I’d take the train…”
I’d take the train…
Kelly Slater wins World Championship Tour 2011
As Kelly Slater wins an unprecedented 11th world surfing title at the Rip Curl Search event in San Francisco, hope for all middle aged, balding men surely has to augment. Continue reading “Kelly Slater wins World Championship Tour 2011”
Day 35 of the mumps saga…
Last week I watched all of my surf videos. Even Blue Crush.
It started as an attempt to lift my spirits – to whisk me away to foreign shores where perfect waves meet perfectly placed boards in an inspirational aqueous ballet. Continue reading “Day 35 of the mumps saga…”
Caught between a rock and a social networking stream
I have a blog. If you’re reading this and you weren’t aware of this fact then something is wrong…
In fact I have three blogs. And a Twitter stream (again, in reality there are 3). I also have a plethera of facebook pages, mostly lying comatose in the dank and dusty corridors of a virtual hospice. Continue reading “Caught between a rock and a social networking stream”
Waiting for mumps…
 Day 13:
Quarantine is not so bad when you have the social life of Captain Virgil Hilts. Another few days and I’ll know whether my scotum will balloon to the size of a Spacehopper Continue reading “Waiting for mumps…”
Retro skate freak
Kilian Martin is an out and out freak of nature. I mean that in a good way of course. His mother must be very proud…
His beautiful skills are finely displayed here by Brett Novak’s consumate film making abilities. A fine combination. Rather like a freshly seared steak of yellowfin tuna with a delicate spattering of wasabi. Or a packet of pickled onion Monster Munch with a cold pint of Strongbow…
I didn’t surf today. Obviously.
Size doesn’t matter…
‘Size doesn’t matter!’… a puzzling phrase that my father used to mutter to himself a lot whilst rummaging in his man-shed. Very true of course in many respects… Continue reading “Size doesn’t matter…”
Sunburnt and surfed out
It could be said that ‘sunburnt and surfed out’ is the perfect state of being. In an ideal world that would mean you’ve spent half the day getting rockrush over a Bali reef, hooking into headhigh screamers and the only shade you could find is a coral blue crystal curtain feathering over your sunkissed brow… Continue reading “Sunburnt and surfed out”