photo: Wankaparkah

The great Ted G recently teamed up with Tim Baker, Rasta far-I and a mermaid and made a book called The Surfer and the Mermaid.
Because X-mas is coming, and because we are more generous than a philanthropist Samaritan who works in a soup kitchen, we are only bloody giving away an awesome signed copy of the book to one lucky reading bastard!!!
All you have to do to have a chance to win is go on the Surfers for Cetaceans wicked site (the book’s good cause is S4C) and tell us one thing that appears on the homepage this week (first week of Dec 2010)
email us: [email protected] for a chance to win this great book. Someone is gonna wake up Xmas morning, find this thing in their stocking and literally poop with excitement.

In swimming news, I probably did the manliest thing of anybody on the North Shore/the world today and swam from  Kammies to Waimea Bay, and then walked back chest puffed out and guts sucked in, feeling like the hero that Bonnie Tyler needed. For those of you who are unfamiliar, that’s probably around 75 miles (as in the famous expression, ‘the 75 mile miracle’). I tried to do a wee at Shark’s Cove but couldn’t go. Anyway, some people do cool shit and keep it to themselves but not me. I’m all about bigging myself up at any given opportunity. Google Earth it, it’s like about as far as Moscow to St Petersberg, yet in shark infested gnarly waters. I think I might get a tattoo.
In surfing news, surf was petite again today. People are starting to wig out a bit. There were a couple of waves down at OTW tonight though, with crew like Michel Bourez, Jeremy Flores, Seabass, Coco Ho and some others out ripping, brah.

Off The Wall at about 5.47pm today. Photo: Wankah

I chilled with Ted who was shooting some shreddin and some hot chicks in bikinis frolicking in the golden light. Behind us, was the 3 storey Rip Curl house. I was taking a photo of Ted and heard a heckler, “Hey Evans, you’re not a photographer, you wanker!” It was RC photo man Shorty. He’s spot on on both counts, I’m not a photog, and I am a bit of the other thing. Matty Wilko was on the lanai and chucked down an American football. He didn’t really spiral it, he’s no Joe Montana. I spilled the catch too though, I am no Jerry Rice. I threw it back but my throw was weak and didn’t even make the first floor. It piddled meekly into the bushes and Wilkinson sword trotted down and hunted around for it. We went upstairs into the house and the boys were all on the lanai on iPads. Mick Fanning came out of the house, saw the IT crowd and said, “Look at this bunch of geeks.” He didn’t mean Ted or me, I don’t think. He would have said ‘gimps.’

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