Things some folks wish for.
More major surfing brand corporations with massive debt, declining sales, declining share price, huge inventories, complex and punishing supply arrangements, declining Brand, declining market share, negative vision .. shit, we could go on forever here and exposure to the European and American consumer markets (or what’s left of them). Not to mention yet another smart arse blogartist having a shot at them.
A pair of canvas Ron Adlers to be worn without sluggos for an eight hour session at Crescent Head while trying to outpaddle Bluey Mayes, and no rinsing in between.
Local board-makers who whine about imports: two years shaping in a Dongguan sanding bay on China money.
Surf Shop owners.
A series of sharp uppercuts in the female changing room, then a job selling lingerie at K-Mart.
Surf wax manufacturers.
Someone find how big those blocks were 10 years ago – melt the difference between then and now and give the bastards an enema with it.
Surf magazine writers with opinions.
– ones who do the hard-hitting articles on page 23 after 22 pages of ads and nudes; a dictionary opened at page 326 …. relevance
Everything their grandparents wished them; an accounting / law degree and a life of modest security in a suburb south of Seattle, and a little less fanfare for doing what we all do, catch waves a lot.
Keep the arms down boys, that’s how you get crucified.
Pro contest judges.
Another two years in kindergarten, for a refresher on life experience, plus a little more helium to make you sound even funnier.
Pro contest narrators.
You blokes suffer from blog-writer’s syndrome – you think someone’s listening / or reading
Anyone that bored needs to look at chess, and in the meantime take a good look at yourself out there.
You see … ^ someone can always improve on hopeless.
Surf website proprieters.
Anyone who thinks that 40,000 hits a day is a little on the low side needs to hire better writers –
Anyone who’s had a book on surfing published.
Especially N. Carroll – My humblest best wishes. And my head is almost bigger than yours.
Surf blog writers.
The goats, they see the joke.