Name: Wet Wick |
Country |
UK |
Occupation |
Anything that feeds my family! |
About you |
Middle aged, medieval surfing skills, I ain't no Keanu Reeves! ( Unless you count Bill and Ted as my inspiration rather than Point Break! ) |
Boards |
My son's foamy fish, and whatever second hand plank I can find on Gumtree now I'm hooked. Love my body board which has also been known to bite my bum like Jaws on Robert Shaw! |
Break |
Pembrokeshire, Freshwater West, Manorbier and Angle in a storm ( which to me is anything past light drizzle) , looking to humiliate myself at home near Brighton! |
Shame |
Being dumped of my sons body board and bending it double, the wave was huge, it had nothing to do with it being caught in my flabby belly! By Poseidon's beard, I will stand one day, one day, one day SPLASH! ROLL! FLOP! COUGH! SPLUTTER! |
Crap |
The urban foxes get my goats, and also wee on the garage wall and poop on the patio :-) |
Speciality |
Being whacked on the back of my head when emerging from the swell looking like a stubbly seaweed laden Aphrodite! |
Fantasy |
To end a days surfing with more beer in my belly than salt water and tanker bildge ejectamenta. |
Philosophy |
Heeeelllllpppp meeeeeeee! |
Love |
Time, space, outdoors and anything other than the office, I have a particular penchant for cheese and jam sandwiches :-) |
Hate |
People who can still use their hands as anything other than a useless tyrannosaurus claw after extended periods of grey-watered humiliation! |
Book |
Calvin and Hobbes, Something Under the Bed is Drooling |
Film |
James Taylor - Squibnocket |
Drink |
Based on volumetric measurements it would appear that my preferred liquid of imbibing is sea water, lightly flavoured with the aforementioned tanker bildge. |
Hero |
My son who can even stand on a body board! |