I got spammed on saturday night at 01.53 am (early sunday morning to be precise). This poison d waff was lying in wait in a shadowing area of the central square. She approached from the left flank, immediately opening up with a torrent of verbal abuse and accusions about me having said something about her to Q-Dogg. She was quite right, I did. Anyway. She was working herself up saying wierd stuff like, “You work for a magazine, you should know when news is old news… It’s OLD NEWS! (etc etc)” Anyway the left hand started to raise, she looked caught between the slap, the punch and the eye gouge, ultimately settling for a spamming. Then she walked off.

La graviere had some pretty good waves on saturday, it stayed offshore until lunchtime. I went for a surf with howie. I wasn’t in top form, having not slept much the previous night (me and the assasin sans voix were in san sebby at ther Pukas/Vans party) got pitched on pretty much very wave, smashed. Later I went over the falls trying to pull back and landed on my board, cutting my hand. I was pretty gutted but as I was making my way up the beach there were quite a few chicks digging the scene, and I had red evans blood cascading over the 6’2″ Channel islands, making me look super gnar gnar…