New Year's Day - A Very Short Story
New Year’s day came around, and of course there was only one way to see the new year in. Various members of the crew gathered in the dark on the beach. When I got there at 4.30 The Shredder, Deluded Devotee Of The Useless Shortboard, was already there, thoughtfully studying the ocean in front of us. Within seconds we were joined by The Snake Catcher, Scourge Of All Illicit And Un-Authorised Wave-Snatching, Snaking And Dropping In. In the darkness we congregated, congratulated and contemplated the movement of the water in front of us, and democratically agreed that we couldn’t see the square root of fuck-all. So I myself, The Baboon, Expert Of The Arse Pointing Uselessly Skywards On The Surfboard, climbed the steps up to the look-out that sits on top of a rock at the water‘s edge. I faced into the wind blowing from the north, not usually a good sign for surf conditions here on our beach, and I stuck my bagpipes under my arm. Blew a goodly amount of air into them, punched them gen...