Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Matt Johnson At Fistral?


It's Boxing Day and I'm supposed to be walking off the turkey gut with Sea Nymph and the Nippers. It's chill, crisp and the blue brightness of the sun just seems to amplify the bite of the off-shore wind that's blowing hard.

As usual, I take the camerameramera and - as usual - I get distracted by the waves and not the walk. I tumble down the cliff and precariously position myself as close as I can to the waves without jumping in. A ludicrous thought that - but it still flits across my hungover head. Some local guys are ripping up the waves that seem to build in bigger, steeper sets each cycle.

A "proper" photographer is taking shots too. He's got all the gear and his 300mm lens is (literally) putting me in the shade. He needs a tripod for that tripod I muse. He gets the odd shot published in Carve he says. Good for him. I mean that most sincerely folks, I really do. He knows some of the blokes in the water. Kudos, eh? But like me, he's a spectator and like they say, those who can do...well, anyway (and perhaps to crack an icicle or two) I ask him if that's "Stokesy" out there. "Nah," he says, "he's probably shacked up with a bird somewhere". Then it clicks - that's Matt Johnson out there. That is Matt Johnson. Don't believe me? So he's not cleaning pools anymore but the camerameramera never lies ... right?


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Extreme Surf Photographer?

I am - but only in the sense of being an extremely poor one. However, I spend more time on-line than I should staring at some really great surf shots and many of the best are taken by folks who don't do it for a living.

If you fancy yourself as a surf snapper extreme then check out the photo competition that LG Phones are running and like they say, "simply upload your top shot and you could win a holiday worth £5000 for three friends as well as some incredible Nike AGC clothing".

Must tell Sharpy ... oh yeah, they paid me to tell you this. I need the money - I'm stoney broke - still paying off the builders.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Surf Like An Australian


Our last Surfboat Captain - Fred - returned to his homeland of Oz a few months ago. He last made an appearance here in Cornwall exhibiting the bare assed cheek we came to love and respect. Literally.

I've always fancied a trip Down Under so when I caught sight of an article asking...

"Want to blend in and make friends with the locals while Down Under? Easy as, mate. You just need to learn to surf, stop speaking like a drongo and grow a mullet. Here’s our Johnny foreigner-friendly guide to being an Aussie."

lab_image_fred...I was all eyes. Sorted. If you're reading this Fred - hope you're missing the rain and having your hand up a Cornish cow's ass. Have Aussie Bum signed you yet?