Andrew Cotton

Showing posts with label nightmare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightmare. Show all posts

Friday, 11 February 2011

Stinking of piss

The surf was absolutely pumping yesterday so it was just a little bit annoying that I was out the back of Rooney Tyres and Exhaust in Bundoran with parts of the ski scattered around me having a nervous breakdown trying to piece it all back together with the help of the technician on the other end of the phone. It did that thing where it started on dry land but the second we put it in the water and I pissed in my wetsuit it wasn’t having any of it so we had to pull it out again and I spent the morning stressing and stinking of piss, which isn’t that unusual to be fair. The lad from Rooney’s tyres and Exhaust was a star for letting us use all his tools though, it’s a family run business but no relation to that football bloke Wayne, although I did shout ‘Roooooooooooooooooney’ ‘Roooooooooooooooney’ in his face once or twice in between asking for spanners and screwdrivers and he fecking loved it. Had to cheer myself up somehow as I was almost in tears over what I thought I was missing. To cut a massive scene of a day short I managed to get in the sea with about an hour or so of light to go, the plan was to paddle but with light fading and the way the day was going opted to tow a few just to make the most of it.
This is a reject shot of one of the bigger sets that came through in the short time we surfed, It sort of sums my day up really, blurry and out of focus and poor Gary wasn’t too happy either, we’re all putting the effort in but things aren’t always as straight forward as they seem and look, but there’s always next time.

Monday, 31 May 2010

Nothing about surfing

The new Wavelength surf mag is out which has got the West Aus trip I did back in March/April in it, I got a couple shots in there and it’s a pretty good read too. Take the opening shot for example; this is me in full depression mode whilst checking the surf in the second week. 10 or so days into the trip and no real gold in the bag to speak of can get you down, that combined with emotional and mental relationship trauma and the thought of a much needed knee operation looming on my return to London, I wasn’t the happiest person on the planet and probably not the funniest person to be around either. But I did pick myself up a couple of times and stuff myself into a place where you can never be sad and things always look a whole lot better, which can make any trip worthwhile and the darkest day a whole lot brighter. Yeeew
Photos:Selway/Wavelength