My Charger Friends

My friends are great, never a second thought about paddling out at some never surfed before bombie to put there lives on the line so I can get some shots.
Ruben O’Brien going hard, I know it’s a little out of focus but I like the feel of the shot anyway.

Well maybe they really went out because they wanted to have fun.

Play by the rules

Never, never, never walk away from a good wave.
I made this mistake yesterday.
A spot near Lahinch was absolutely firing. As good as it gets.

And I left to go look for hollower waves.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Of course we didn’t find any hollower waves and by the time we got back the wind had picked up, gone on chore and the swell had dropped off.
Bugger.

Got a wave myself though which is nice.

Then found a crazie bombie that Damo, Ruben and John Devon surfed.

Shots to come tomorrow

Good ol’ Lance

I have a car.
An amazing car.
His name is Lance.

He is a 1.3 Mitsubishi Lancer GLX.
I didn’t take off the R it was like this when I got it, so the name was obvious.

We’ve done a lot together, driven around France in two weeks, and silly trips like Cork to Lahinch to Bundoran and back to Lahinch in one day, and he has taken a lot of beatings for me.

Most weekends I’ll be tearing down some country dirt track trying to scope out new waves and no matter what kind of bumps and rocks I make him go over he carries on like the true hero he is.

Who needs stupid SUV’s, Lance is King.

Some people do have a go at me because Lance seems to be in a perpetual state of uncleanliness, but I saw he’s going to get dirty again so why bother, he still drives doesn’t he? Fair enough the inside usually does resemble a beach that has just had some crazy party happen on it, but again, he still gets me places.
Recently I came across a “sign” I was stopped at Petrol station and came across this car wash encouraging me to clean Lance.

But being a devout sceptic I dually ignored it.

Unfortunately our fascist government feels the need to test Lance’s road-worthiness.
Pah, who are they to judge what Lance can and can’t do.
One of these silly tests involves the tracking of the car, who cares if he doesn’t always go in straight line?
That’s why there’s a steering wheel!

Apparently I have 21 days to fix this problem and go back to them.

Bombie

Dunno if I wrote about it but I had a session a few weeks back where I messed up my settings so 99% of the photos were out of focus.
Here’s one of Hugh Galloway challenging Fergal Smith for the Irish Charger Award.

Tunmmy Trouble part deux

“The outbreak, which last week saw sandwich chain Subway recall chicken and beef products, is believed to come from a factory in Co Kildare.“

Guess that could explain it.

In other news

It’s sunny outside.

I had kind of forgotten it’s meant to be summer.

Yay.

Smells, games and tummy trouble

Hello again, sorry about the past few days. Family stuff got in the way.

I would like to say normal service is being resumed but I seem to have misplaced the memory stick that I had my blog photos saved on, so it’s a picture free post today.

Firstly, I had always assumed that Febreeze was a complete scam, how could it possibly free the odours, I thought it was just a glorified deodorant. But I used it on my jumper this morning and it seems to have stopped it smelling. It didn’t simply mask the old smell. Strange, but true. I’m a convert.

However I am an anti-convert (if there is such a thing) of Subway. Twicer in the past two weeks I have had a funny tummy after having one of their footlongs. I ain’t goin’ back.

Finally, can’t flippin’ wait for Spore. It’s basically a Creative Designer game. As much as that goes against my atheistic leanings I think it’s an amazing idea for a game.

It’s out September 5th.

Oh yeah, currently listening to Fujiya Miyagi’s album Transparent Things, which is awsome, they’re doing an Irish tour at the start of September, check them out.

Stupid Weather and website

Grr, trying to post a photo but the website is being silly.

Also Winds have changed for next week and it’s not looking so epic anymore.

Grr Arg

More surf on the way

Well hopefully you got some waves yesterday I had a fun little session, apart from my leash snapping. Heard Clare was good too.
Here’s Damo Conway fearlessly throwing himself over a ledge in Clare.

Yawning

Deckard would have had a much easier time if he just yawned.
Apparently the facts that dogs “catch” human yawns means they are empathising with us.

So the Voight-Kampff test was a bit over the top really.