The Realities of Surfing...

I went surfing for the second time this weekend. I didn't manage to get upright for any considerable length of time, but really enjoyed it.

The only downside (other than the waves hammering my bollocks into what felt like an escalope) was my hair. As this was my first time surfing with long hair, I went in expecting to come out looking like some kind of aquatic version of Nuno Gomes (look him up.)

Instead I came out with what felt like several waxy tendrils sticking to my head, a sort of mass of unmanageable seaweed. As you can see from this picture I was also left pretty red and battered on my front from jumping on the board. Its certainly not as glamorous as the movies.