We were at the Nixon Surf Challenge this weekend in San Sebastian.

There was a surf contest on but I only saw one and a half heats, they selfishly started the event in the morning when I was still asleep.

From what I did see pd pants had a shocker and went right on the lefts. England's Reubyn Ash lost out in the semis after busting some nice turns in the other semi.

In the final, Rebrix got second to Casey Brown, with Josh Kerr in 3rd and Hira Terinatoofa in 4th.

There was quite bit of looseness in town, what with the International Film Festibal on and Ben Stiller making funny faces on the pink carpet. Oh how we laughed! I ate the regulation bit of potato omlette on a bit of white bread for 3 days, when the rickets and scurvy had both set in I thought it was time to go back to France, plus they started the WCT event here this weekend. The boys were raring to go all weekend fired up by the ginseng royal jelly shots brought back from Bali, and felt energized enough to leave some DNA on the sparkling streets of Donostia; Higson puked on saturday morning while I followed through on sunday morning in a pastelaria. OOPS.

In the middle of the night, having a dream about a Slovenian mistress with a loaf of bread, some potatoes and a blanket in her bag, a voice piped up and someone tried to tell me I was in the wrong room in the wrong bed. I was in a room with my name on the door and a piece of paper on the bed with my name on it, so I felt like I had a reasonably good case. As I was about to explain my water tight case in a polite tone Txomin leaped down from the top bunk in his boxers and started doing Brazilian ninjitsui twirls or whatever its called and the guy backed right off. Don't mess with a brazilian kung fu dancing swissman, amigo.