Perhaps some videographer guru, or some IT genius could help us out here. Traffic cameras. Nobody likes ‘em, nobody pays attention to them. It’s not even like they actually make our roads any safer. So, why not repurpose the freakin; things? Could we perhaps point them to the beach… using the aforementioned IT and videographer expertise, and then link them up to the interwebs? Like on a pay to view surf channel? Far more likely to generate income than inconsiderate speedsters on the road ignoring fines and court summons. You’re welcome surfers of the world. BA Ve Dilliers, Crickets.
Any dinner with strong peri peri sauce the night before a long surf. I have yet to learn. However, I have learned at least one thing from bitter experience. The night before a long surf, never indulge in copious rum laced with radioactive isotopes then go to a seedy bar in the harbour and try to buy an occult-symbol encrusted container full of aftermarket chainsaw parts from surly transvestite Filipino pirates. So who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, huh?! Ol’ Doggy, Newtrix
Trying to figure out whose wave it is when the surf lineup gets crowded is sorta like playing Rock Paper Scissors. With every participant wearing sock puppets. Elvis Prestick, Dazeland
I must be the only human being in the known universe that can injure himself signalling a mate with a shaka. Then again, I threrw my back out recently unwrapping a new bar of wax. Accident While Prone, At a Hospital Ward Near You
The South African surf scene’s most surreal moment of the last decade or so: Rob Lowe learning to surf in J Bay pre-COVID (The Hollywood actor – not the 80’s rugby player. That Rob Louw already surfs and his surname is spelled differently – by George.) P Dantic, Tantric
