Saturday, November 18, 2006


I know I seem to focus a little on the past, but that's where a lot of good stories seem to dwell.
In 1980, after a couple of stabs at getting it on over a few years, I managed to score Mundaka, in northern Spain, bigtime. Here's me, and I'm told I made it. I can't remember as to me every wave out there was a case of white line fever.
Six or seven guys out tops, a hundred or so watching at one stage (there was a festival on) and it did it all again a couple of days later. Sometimes it pays to be twenty six, twenty six years ago.

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