Logan (pictured) gloating. Photo: Tropic Thunder

World Surf League Chief Erik Logan claps back at “friends” who dared question wild crowd numbers for MEO Rip Curl Pro: “If you want to dispute the fact there was 51,000 people on the beach I’ll offer you this!”

Peak silly goose.

World Surf League Chief of Executives Erik Logan is mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. Mere days ago, at the end of the MEO Rip Curl Pro Portugal, the Oklahoman took to social media with a whopping claim that there were “51,000” souls on the beach to witness Joao Chianca’s maiden Championship Tour victory.

“THE MOMENTUM IS REAL” he exclaimed in all caps.

Well, those watching the broadcast could see many people, two or three thousand, standing on the shore. Five thousand maximum. An insanely far cry from 51,000, pointed out directly by Derek Rielly who penned, “If you’ve ever been at a stadium that holds fifty-thousand people you know the immenseness of that number, columns and columns of human beings sitting shoulder to shoulder as far as the eye can see. But, still, wild crowd numbers are regularly thrown out by event organisers.”

The “longtime Australian surf journalist” went on to recount absurdist people pumps from Egypt to Washington D.C. before circling back around to Supertubos and the ludicrousness of the 51,000 number.

Logan, mad as hell, not taking it, headed back to social media with a serious clap back.

“To all my ‘friends’ who want to comment and talk about the numbers I’d like to offer this PSA…” he wrote on Instagram Stories. “If you want to dispute the fact that there was 51,000 people on the beach I’ll offer this to you…” and littered an arrow emoji pointing to the next slide.

Mic drop.


A little research, as in first Google hit, will reveal some comparisons.

50,000 every seat full.

And/or a concert.

And/or a different concert.

What a silly goose that Erik Logan remains.

David Lee Scales and I discussed his willful, malignant ignorance today, anyhow, as well as laying rest to a dear old friend.

RIP Drummer Dave and your work in resuscitating Kolohe Andino’s career will echo through… probably not eternity but at least a couple years.

Listen now.

Australian surfer Blake Johnston smashes Guinness world record for longest surf session ever; raises $225,000 for mental health charity, “One minute you feel invincible, the next you’re in tears. It’s like you’ve got short-term bi-polar!”

“Blindness, infected ears, dehydration, sleep deprivation, hypothermia, sharks!"

The Australian surfer Blake Johnson, an early-rising maniac they call Forrest Gump around Cronulla, has just stepped out of the water after stomping the Guinness world record for longest surf session ever, surfing for forty hours straight, catching over 500 waves and raising almost a quarter of a million dollars for charity.

Johnson, who is forty-one, was gonna do an easy six-hundred mile run to Queensland to raise awareness for mental health but, after a little Googling, discovered the world record for longest surf sesh, set by South African Josh Elsin, was only thirty hours, eleven minutes, with 455 waves eaten up. 

“I reckoned I could smash it. I can run for forty hours,” Johnston told me back in December. “And, this way, I can surf with people I like and make a difference.” 

He wants to make a diff ‘cause suicide is something real close to Johnston. His daddy Wayne took his own life ,and when he was a kid riding for Quiksilver one of that company’s most popular employees Andrew Murphy, died at the hands of the black dog. 

“It affected me a lot. I have my own battles, too,” said Johnston. “I’m not nice to myself. I tell myself, ‘You’re hopeless at what you’re doing’. I’m pretty mean. I do these things to prove myself I’m worthy and that’s what my battle is. In those dark moments, I have to tell myself, well, how good is this? My boys (he’s got two of ’em, one with a spectacular mullet) deserve a strong dad.” 

And, so, last night, on the ten-year anniversary of his Dad’s death, Johnston hit a joint called The Alley, a wave next to a breakwall right in town, corporates paying for the thrill of surfing during a world record attempt and to challenge employees with a night surf. 

The money peeled off the corporates goes into raising mental awareness ie, helping to address the plague of suicides, particularly among young men.

I asked Johnston how he deals with the blackest moments during his endurance events, in the middle of the night when there ain’t nothing but your head, the voices.

“Man, you go to places… I’m thinking about making myself proud, my family proud. I put it on myself not to make it a big deal, that people can run further and for longer than I do. But it’s hard to explain. One minute you feel invincible, the next you’re in tears. It’s like you’ve got short-term bi-polar. It’s so up and down. One minute you think you’re killing it, then the next forty k’s feels like it’s going to take four years.” 

Fans cheer on Blakey J at dawn.


Listen, says Johnston, “You don’t have to be a superstar to live a full life. You just gotta make an effort. You gotta go after it.” 

At seven eleven am he broke the previous record of thirty hours and quickly came in and addressed what looked like the whole town.

“Everyone deserves to feel awesome,” he told ’em, before heading out for another ten hours.

The money raised goes to the or youth mental health initiatives with the Chumpy Pullin Foundation. Alex “Chumpy” Pullin was an Australian snowboarder and Olympian who died while spearfishing in 2020, aged thirty-two. 

Johnston wraps up his attempt at five pm today, Sydney time.

Seven hours to go!

Keep donating here. 

Legendary surfboard co. Channel Islands a phoenix rising as Britt Merrick takes direct aim at “Mayhem” Matt Biolos, Darren Handley in World Surf League Vissla Shaper Rankings!

Happy days here again.

The jaw-dropping storylines continue to… drop now days after the World Surf League’s third Championship Tour stop, the poetically named MEO Rip Curl Pro Portugal, has wrapped. You know that Caitlin Simmers created the beginning of history in winning her first CT event in three tries against veteran Courtney Conlogue. You also know that Joao Chianca, a dark horse favorite now in the light, smashed Australia’s Jack Robinson to hoist his first CT trophy after being culled off tour just last year.


But what of the shapers, those brave men and men crafting sculptures under their very feet who have, for the first time, been recognized by the aforementioned World Surf League via the Vissla CT Shaper Rankings, much ignored on official channels but ballyhooed at announcement.

If you recall, the man or man who formed the winning board would get some glory and where do we currently stand?

Ahhh, as predicted Sharp Eye’s Marco Zouvi is well out in front thanks to stellar boards, no doubt, but also the likes of Jack Robinson and fantastic Filipe Toledo who slide them. “Mayhem” Matt Biolos is second, thanks to the likes of Carissa Moore, and Australia’s Darren Handley is third which leads us to a resurgent Channel Islands.

The Santa Barbara co. was a mainstay at the top of the podium during those magical Kelly Slater years. Al Merrick and the 11x World Champion seemed to have a bond forged in the heavens. Well, time and tide wait for no man. Slater left to found Slater Designs, Merrick retired and surf fans wondered if the iconic hexagon would ever return to glory.

Like a phoenix rising, it certainly has. Britt Merrick took the reigns and quietly went about carving excellence which reached a crescendo underneath Chianca’s feet in Portugal.

Note the logo placement on the Brazilian’s winning round tail CI Pro (above).

Same same as Slater’s from the good times.

Happy days here again etc.

Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss (I think) doing Gerry (insert) dirty. Photo: Coachella
Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss (I think) doing Gerry (insert) dirty. Photo: Coachella

Surf legend Gerry Lopez at center of extra-naughty “Vanderpump Rules” affair ripping beloved television couple apart!


I’ll be completely honest. I have never watched the reality television program Vanderpump Rules nor know anything about it, where it’s set, what the rules are etc., but news of an affair between stars has dominated my news feed over the past few weeks. Apparently a man named Tom Sandoval, who may be a bartender, was dating a woman named Ariana Madix, occupation unknown, for many years though she just found naughty pictures, texts etc. on his phone from another woman named Raquel Leviss, occupation also unknown.

Leviss, who first appeared in season three, had a “scandalous” fling with Sandoval’s best friend Tom Schwartz, occupation unknown, who had just broken up with his wife of five years Katie Maloney, occupation unknown. The coupling was frowned upon because Maloney had a hard and fast rule that Schwartz was not allowed to “hook up” with anyone in the “friend group.”

Well, that whole business was going on while Sandoval was making naughty FaceTimes with Leviss. After the affair became public, Sandoval took to social media to declare, “I want to first and foremost apologize to everyone I’ve hurt through this process. Most of all I want to apologize to Ariana. I made mistakes, I was selfish, and made reckless decisions that hurt somebody I love. No one deserves to feel that pain so traumatically and publicly.”

Except his true feelings of guilt and remorse are now being called into question.

Eagle-eye’d fans have spotted that Sandoval and Leviss both wear Gerry Lopez’s iconic lightning bolt logo, in necklace form, as a secret message to each other.

According to Matt Warshaw’s must-have Encyclopedia of Surfing:

(Lightning Bolt ) Surfboard and surf accessories company founded in Honolulu, Hawaii, in 1970, by Gerry Lopez and Jack Shipley, and turned into an industry powerhouse with the help of California surfwear executive Duke Boyd. Lopez and Shipley were both working at a Honolulu shop called Surf Line Hawaii in early 1970; the 21-year-old Lopez was on the cusp of becoming the universally acknowledged master at Pipeline, and had been shaping surfboards since 1968; Shipley was an ace Surf Line Hawaii salesman and a surf competition judge. They joined up and bought the old Hobie Surfboards outlet on nearby Kapiolani Boulevard in the summer of 1970. Lopez had been using a colored lightning bolt emblem on his boards since 1969, and since the dark-haired goofyfooter was going to be the new company’s one and only marketing tool, they named the new shop Lightning Bolt Surfboards. (Hansen Surfboards in California had introduced a short-lived Lopez-designed Lightning Bolt model in early 1970.)

That lightning bolt emblem sure was a good one and it is sad to see it tarnished by forbidden love.

While you are here, what is your favorite surf logo of all time?

Volcom’s Stone?

Quiksilver’s mountain and wave?

Body Glove’s hand?

Rip Curl’s squiggly words inside circle?

Many options.

Looking to buy on Florida's Space Coast? Hit up Cliff, tell 'em your pals at BeachGrit sent ya.

World champion surfer CJ Hobgood launches “Space Coast” real estate team including surfer-specific channel for finding perfect beach house!

You like little waves and rockets? CJ got the beach house for you!

Many years ago, twenty or thereabouts, I met the world champion surfer Clifton Hobgood at a homestay in Teahupoo called Papa Teva. 

I was struck, then, by the depth of his character and good humour despite my relentless barrage of theologically immature attacks.

And, a few years back, when Chas and I ate him up on Dirty Water ol Cliff was in classic form. He talked about the meth dealer who lived three doors down from him in Orlando, the infidelity that stomped his first marriage and why he refused to hide behind a public mask.

“The only way I can understand being free is to totally expose everything about me,” he said. “I want to be free in this world. That’s what fights off the depression, feeling super lonely, feeling what every human feels. I gotta face the unknown.”

How could you not love a man who possessed such candour?

Now, and following his success in surfing, a surf shop, his epic documentary (“And Two If By Sea”) and the clothing brand Salty Crew, Cliff and his wife Cortney have launched their own real estate team, Florida only at this point and specifically the Space Coast. 

“Selling real estate relies heavily on people knowing and trusting you and CJ built up alot of friends and followers in his career as a professional surfer,” says Cortney, “so his transition to becoming a real estate agent was very seamless. I was already selling houses so it just made sense. 

Cliff says he’s got more including selling real estate to surfers specific to their favourite kinda waves.

“I don’t want to give too much away right now, but I have something in the works to really capitalize on the growth of the sport of surfing and helping surfers around the world find a vacation home in a place that suites their surfing. More to come.”