Kiwi Surf Magazine

Roger ramble at the nats

Wednesday, 14 April 2010 04:56

Well,well,well knobs and knob eaters, how the fark are ya all? Its good mate Rog back in the land of sobriety, all be it briefly.
After gate crashing the Nationals after-party at Shed3 in G-Town I've had to lay low for a week or so. Old cuzzy, Pete Noel, from the DB Breweries was a little surprised that he had 30 extra Exports on his tab and was pretty keen to catch up with me for a chat about it, like I'd know anything?? If I can't remember it, it obviously didn't happen, right? Wright!
The start of the four days of  Nationals carnage down there was all about Tubes! Red-tube, Tube-8, etc,etc but once cuzzy, Noel Sia Rteve checked his computer history I got red-carded, banished to the couch, so I decided I'd might as well go and get some waves instead. Mate, I was rippin and attacking the mid-face!! Shit-Creeks and Rank-Bus peaks were pumping and there was never more than like four kooks out! Its Nationals, and you could just paddle out, hassel some knob-end in a pink, greeny yellow, or blue rashy and get the best lil pits ever, epic! It was four days of slayin waves and gettin more barrells than land barrells at Soho-Ho on a friday nite. Sweet vas. Even managed to see old mate, Dan-the-judge-lives-in-no-waves-bay Noel get a sick shack on dusk one nite.

To celebrate we went out, got absolutely inebriated and I pulled a fat chick for him, told her he was pro and using his cash to invest in a 24hr KFC in town, too easy, cheap n greasy..
The presso at the beach went off and with many icy cold Exports in hand it turned into a night of epic proportions. Old Cuzzy Pete Noels tab got hammered, again, I had to help the champ, Bildo Stairmaster, stand he was so intoxicated with his win, many crew hittin the D-floor for a breakdown to Salmonella poison DJ's and later at Find-a-ho everyone was a big sweaty mess of flesh. EPIC, I tell ya.
The only shoite thing about the weekend was getting on my plane at 8am the next morning to journey home. Worst! Thanks tho to, Gillie-you-saved-my-life Noelene, I was on my plane and head deep in my sick bag before it took off without my boards onboard.

Now I'm back in the big smoke, having spent the weekend at a retreat up north, just jet-ski riding, cruzing in the lagoon and hangin with the committee crew. I think i'll spend the next few weeks Sailing the Seven Seas to find where the River Runs with The Bayonets..
Stab ya soon minces,
love and creepy cuddles,
Rog.