Britain aims to become international
surfing powerhouse ahead of Paris Olympics by appointing GB
Snowsport’s chief executive as chairwoman of GB Surfing!
By Chas Smith
"We need to find kids who already have the skills,
the balance, the athleticism."
Oh you know how much I love the snow, letting
me bore you with my icy adventures semi-regularly, but I have never
once considered that sliding down a mountain improves one’s surfing
ability. Snow (boarding specifically) and surf share a wonderful
extreme DNA but curling, freestyle skiing, bobsled don’t really
seem to offer much to each other, in terms of performance, but,
once again, it appears as if I am wrong.
Days ago, the Kingdom of Great Britain appointed the chief
executive of GB Snowsport’s Vicky Gosling as new chairwoman of GB
Surfing.
Britain, coming off a Winter Olympics with a surprising 0, as in
zero, medals, is seeking to become an international surfing
powerhouse with the ultra-adorable extreme sport
prodigy Sky Brown set to make the team.
Gosling will not step down as CEO of Snowport and sees beautiful
synergistic possibilities just over the horizon, boldly
declaring, “If you ask anybody what I always bang on
about, it’s precisely that. How do we do talent ID better? We
need to find kids who already have the skills, the balance, the
athleticism. We’re looking at gymnastics, we’re looking at
skateboarding, at cycling for endurance and cross-country, we’re
looking at rowing. I would like to be in a position where you give
them a period of 12-18 months where they’re training together, you
don’t need to specialise yet – a bit like doing your GCSEs I guess.
Build on skills like agility, athleticism – and then let’s see
which sport suits you best, or where do we think your skills suit
the best. Particularly if you cluster them – so freestyle, or
endurance, or speed. Everyone would then be a really strong place
to bring them through.”
Sounds very Chinese.
But which other sporting skills, specifically snow skills, could
make world-class surfers?
Biathlon?
Oh man. I wish professional surfing was actually like
biathlon.
Which of our surfers would be the best shot? What would they
shoot at?
Intriguing.
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Stephanie Gilmore, the champ's season hanging
by a thread.
Comment live, day four, MEO Pro Portugal,
as seven-time world champ Stephanie Gilmore’s season hangs by
thread!
By Derek Rielly
Make the tragic mistake of walking into a comment
room!
Gimme a tawny blonde with tawny eyes with deep full
breasts thrusting arrogantly and a man-eating look over eight hours
of heats any day but here we are, eyes impacted under the
merciless repetition of thirty-minute heats, more if the heat
restart button is punched.
But, where else can you meet like-minded souls enjoying the
masochism of it all, part cruelty, part bonhomie.
Surf fans explode following controversial
judging decisions at MEO Pro Portugal, “When surfers are forced to
hunt for scraps it becomes farcical to lose on fractions of
points!”
By JP Currie
"Jack Robinson was eliminated by a minuscule 0.59
points. Tell me the scoring is consistent enough for such narrow
margins of victory…"
More on poetry, you say?
Just a pinch then.
I told the class an anecdote yesterday to precede our discussion
about the impulse to create. Poetry’s a tough sell to teenagers,
you see. Tough sell to anyone, really.
A little anecdote can let you into a story when you don’t quite
know where you want to go or how you might get there.
I told them how I was compelled to write things down from the
moment I knew how to form letters. I couldn’t help it. I was always
scribbling little drifting couplets for no-one to see. My formative
experiences of music were all about words, I spent hours studiously
copying and deciphering lyrics. I covered my school jotters with
memorised verse and chorus, metre and rhyme.
Pointless? Maybe.
Seven heats in the round of 32 were completed today. If there
were stand out moments I didn’t see them. But I’m willing to be
convinced that my apathy was unwarranted or unfair. Come ahead.
Filipe looked ominous as expected in conditions where only he
can manufacture speed and verve and make sub-par waves look
acceptable.
Morgan Ciblic was pipped by Connor O’Leary by 0.07 points
despite doing the smoothest backhand surfing I saw all day. No
hitches in his bottom turns, no re-adjustments or wiggles, just
clean transitions.
0.07 points? Justify that, WSL.
Jack Robinson was also eliminated by a minuscule 0.59
points.
Tell me the scoring is consistent enough for such narrow margins
of victory and I’ll laugh.
We’ve complained about scoring recently, as we always do, but
only because it’s been mildly comprehensible. When the waves are
consistent and demand to be ridden in similar fashion it’s easy for
us to compare and contrast. But when surfers are forced to hunt for
scraps and random peaks then approaches diversify. In this
situation it becomes farcical to send surfers home on evidence of
fractions of arbitrary points.
Fittingly, I’ve just tried to watch the replay of Ciblic vs
O’Leary and the screen goes black after the first minute or so.
Technical glitch or Stalinist erasure?
In conditions like today the scoring becomes too alien to be
controversial. Or perhaps for any of us to really care if it
is.
Except, of course, those of us who’d bet heavily on Barron
Mamiya and Molly Picklum. Both went out today. Maybe they deserved
to on the strength of one scrappy heat, though certainly not on
talent. This is not a new problem, but it is still to the detriment
of the competition and our entertainment.
Is Jack Robinson just a less talented JJF? He attracts many
accolades but seems some way from proving his competitive chops at
this level.
We were spoiled for waves in Hawaii. We knew that was a danger
but perhaps couldn’t accept it. Regardless, it’s an omen that has
come home to roost in Portugal like a grim, black bird.
At times today the waves looked fun, for you or I, perhaps. Not
for the world’s best surfers in the world’s most mediocre
waves.
In these conditions it’s a total lottery, and that doesn’t feel
right for this level of competition.
It’s supposed to be the highest level of professional surfing,
yet you’d be forgiven for feeling it’s not only unfulfilling, but
gutted and hollowed.
Perhaps I’m just sore at bets gone awry.
I’ll correct myself there, I am sore at bets gone awry. But I’m
sorer at the fact that what lies ahead makes it almost impossible
to chase my losses.
It comes and it goes, I suppose.
Much like…time?
Joe Turpel reminded us today that it was “interesting how years
come and go”.
Sure, Joe. Time as a construct is fascinating.
Lots of surfers have noted how at home they feel in
Portugal.
I’m not entirely sure where this comes from other than maybe
some backhanders from the mayor of Peniche, but I’m glad they’re
having fun outside of surfing, because it’s about to go onshore and
get a whole lot worse.
I dealt with intermittent toothache today. I woke with a dull
ache at three am and it came and went throughout the day. As the
pain subsided a little this evening and the darkness folded in I
went for a run.
I ran on the banks of the River Tay, the longest river in
Scotland and the largest in the UK by volumetric discharge. Members
of a rookery cawed through the dusk. Snowdrops lent luminosity to
the trail ahead.
The banks of the river are home to an arboretum of rare and
spectacular trees: giant redwoods, Douglas fir, Japanese red cedar,
noble fir, European larch, western hemlock, English oak… Some of
them are 400 years old. How stoic and dependable they seemed. How
self-contained, resilient and powerful. After the shaky
uncertainties of the day I felt deeply drawn to them, envious,
even.
Fishermen in tweeds idled the outboard of their wooden dinghy
against the flow. I had passed the same men and others earlier, but
there was nary a twitch of line nor stir of salmon for any of
them.
Is a passion still worth your time if you don’t get a chance to
perform?
What if the conditions for success are mysterious and perhaps
even down to chance?
And how about being forced to do it in front of an audience for
points and your livelihood?
Would you?
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Russian diaspora in Bali raises locals’
hackles over “public fornication”, “internet porn ring at Uluwatu
involving Australian pro surfer in Batman mask” and wild parties in
Hindu temples!
By John Kennedy
A tropical cold water between Russkis and
locals!
In response to the crisis in Ukraine, there was a
gathering of Ukrainians and Russians who in a public park here on
Bali were determined to demonstrate for peace.
And among the Russian contingent, a number of them were
surfers.
And I suppose this was good PR for the Russian surfers because
the Russian surfers who have infiltrated Bali are not the most
well-loved group of individuals in the water.
On the contrary.
And for years, there has been a whole mess of ‘em comin’ in over
the wire.
So much so that the hipster burg of Canggu has been referred to,
in some disgruntled circles, as “Little Moscow”. What with tall,
stunning, long legged, super model types swanning into nightclubs
and out into the surf with impunity. (And their girlfriends aren’t
half bad either.)
But the “Russian attitude” here in Bali surf world has been a
generally problematic fit for this Glasnost ignoring set.
Again, generalizing, the Russian contingent, Covid era or not,
behave mostly entitled, rude, culturally insensitive and blind in
the line-up, having assimilated into the surf scene here with all
the sensitivity of bulls in a china shop. Resulting in a sort of
tropical cold war between them and some of the local surfers
here.
And although thinly tolerated, the authorities have had to take
action when these nationals have taken things too far.
Like the Russian knucklehead who posted a video of himself
taking a header off the end of a pier atop his rental scooter with
a bikini babe riding him piggy back all the way into the drink. He
got a hefty environmental fine and a one way ticket to the airport
for that caper.
There were also the numerous “Cold War” parties in during the
Covid lockdowns that held no regard for, well, anything. Like the
full moon Smirnoff and Shroom bacchanal that took place in a
Balinese Temple up in Jimbaran that got a favorite surf spot shut
down for good.
The scenes of public fornication on this hallowed ground left
one prominent Police officer asking “Would we do this in a church
in their country?”
Countless trips to the airport after that hullabaloo, let me
tell you.
And speaking of hullabaloos, there was the Russian internet porn
ring that was busted up in Uluwatu.
Seems the porn producers, with one of Russia’s hottest female
porn stars in tow, were looking for “Surfer Types”. Seems the
“bulging-gym-head-mob-and-muscle-bound types” had fallen out of
favor back in St. Petersburg (Rumour has it that they found
numerous enthusiastic volunteers among the surfer set however,
including one prominent Aussie pro surfer who was smart enough to
wear a Batman motorcycle helmet).
And so it goes here with the Russian surfers, who are not all
bad, thank the heavens. I mean, after all, some did join the
Ukrainians in a peaceful protest against Russian aggression in
Ukraine in a public park on Bali.
Although it’s a shame they didn’t read the rules.
Protests and demonstrations of any kind by non-Indonesians are
against the law in this country. The result being the possibility
of many trips to the airport for our peace and borscht loving
brothers and sisters.
Police videos of the event are currently under scrutiny.
No news yet from the safe houses in “Little Moscow”.
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Surfers ride wave of conflicting emotions
as new study reveals illegally butchered sharks are secretly being
used to feed their beloved dogs and cats!
By Chas Smith
The new Soylent Green.
The surf world awoke this morning to shock,
dismay and confusion as a devastating new study revealed that, for
years, they have been feeding a sometimes aquatic enemy to greatly
cherished loved ones.
Ben Wainwright and Ian French, of Yale-NUS College, Singapore,
respectively, have been examining the ingredients of pet food and
have concluded that products labeled as containing “white fish” or
sometimes “salmon” contain the flesh of shark instead.
Of the 144 samples sequenced, per the study, 45, or roughly a
third, contained shark DNA. The Guardian
reports, “The most frequently identified species were blue shark,
silky shark and whitetip reef shark. The silky shark and the
whitetip reef shark are listed as ‘vulnerable’ in the International
Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) Red List. Products
containing DNA of the sicklefin weasel shark, the Caribbean
sharpnose shark and the sand tiger shark – all vulnerable species –
were also identified.”
Wainright and French, perturbed, declared, “The majority of pet
owners are likely lovers of nature, and we think most would be
alarmed to discover that they could be unknowingly contributing to
the overfishing of shark populations.”
It is possible that the meat is being sheared from the carcasses
of sharks that have been illegally caught and finned or, more
worrisome, that it is a reflection of a growing shark fishing
trade.
Surfers, anyhow, decidedly conflicted. One one hand, sharks have
been known to eat surfers. On the other hand, they contribute to a
healthy marine balance. How will the tables turn once surfers feed
sharks to dogs and cats?