Your favourite surfer rides one single fin, one day, two-to-fifeen feet. Includes two near-scalpings.

Mason Ho and his filmer Rory Pringle sure don’t flap their arms around waiting for life to happen.

Every week, a new edit, a new-ish angle.

In today’s instalment of Mason Ho’s life on the North Shore, with winter gone and the Shore heading towards summer with its wild azaleas, mountain laurel, trillium and other blooming flowers putting on a dazzling display, we’re treated to a last swell.

April 15. Mason wakes up, waves are two feet. By dark it’s fifteen.

He rides, mostly, one board, a six-four single screw San Clemente’s Timmy Patterson shaped for Donnie Frankenreiter twenty years ago.

As always, his feet are on fire and his ass rarely catches a rail although our little frenzied rodent is almost scalped, twice, the second time by daddy Mike.

It’ll knock the moss off you!

"I'm all dressed up and ready to fall in love."

In this film by Canadian filmmaker Ben Gulliver, we see the Australian Chippa Wilson, and New Yorker Balaram Stack, release a murderous hammering at off-season Waco wave tank, flavoured pink.

Surf films are, generally, too important to be left to surfers and therefore it has taken Gulliver, from Vancouver, to complete a film that thrills in much the same way as John Water’s classic Pink Flamingos.

The pitch in Pink Lemonade is simple: colour the water at Waco pink.

Surf and film.

The completed work is much bigger.

A gift from Gulliver whose work is so elevated it raises a finger to his peers as if to say, “Eat the bird, bitch!”

PINK LEMONADE from Ben Gulliver on Vimeo.

But such a pretty slumberous style!

Oscar Langburne is an Australian goofyfooter, in his seventeenth year, for whom eighties guitar bands hold the key to existence and who looks like a happy angel with black nail polish.

If you were to road-trip with the kid, your ears would tune in to a worldly mix of The Birthday Party, The Jam, The Cure, Television etc.

Oscar might be accused, correctly or incorrectly depending on your point of view, of mimicking the slack-kneed style of slumberous South African Craig Anderson, but this, I think, might be more of Oscar’s good taste dripping through rather than he playing a con.

This edit by Billy Lee-Pope, shows Oscar surfing Raglan, in New Zealand.

It was meant to be part of a two-pronged approach where the kid showed his chops in long lefts and long rights, the righthander was gonna be Winkipop, but COVID shuttered the Victorian experience.