yeah thats right.....cmon its been a week when are one of you "wordly" fullas (or fulleses) gonna post the lowdown on what went down, or up, at the nationals. did the trumpet save all his blow for the last heat? what happened to Kane and the hometown folks i thought they knew the way around the poo pond? did the wake style not turn the judges dial? the champ was dethroned by the brass of the trumpet? when most thought he played his last gig the last nationals?? how did he do it? was he flying the judges kites??? hehehee

fear not, my epic is well underway and it will pull no punches as it breathlessly reveals the dark underbelly of the local kiting scene. i'm writing it in true gonzo journalism style as a tribute to one of my literary heros: Hunter S. Thompson who shot himself in the head on monday, presumably after he heard the nationals were held on the pooey again and other associated savage horrors.

Well get on with it then...

Seeing i chose to stay home & ride at my hometown poo-pipe-pump place, i'm kinda interested in what went down...

Was it hard fast & heavy- unhooked & critical or high hooked & hangy-twidler styles that were being scored? Was there a diesel slick for ultimate slickness? Was there good wave conditions just a few clicks away? Was the trumpet boasting big? -whoops boosting I mean...

Never mind about shootings in the head - just don't shoot yourself in the foot

No, Yes, No(although some thought yes but they where sucking on Nos at the time), Yes, Yes/No

lookin 4ward to it......lets have it then!!

Looks like chicken legs can't come up with the goods, maybe trying too hard to be a gonzo...

Osama has lost his form since his initial postings, so who's gonna give a decent review of the nats?

Nanna?
Aunty?
Bubba?
Hippy?

Still waiting for some entertainment while recovering from hell sessions in Raglans poo-pump-pipe-place.... Now not only do you have to avoid a faecal face plant - you have to dodge a gazillion learner-kiters who are unintentionally hogging the poo-pump boil up slick.

Come on chicken legs, shake a tail feather!

hey soul surfer i read about your mate hunter, it need not be an epic worthy of a film....and the title need not be "fear and loathing in the poo pond" and...you need not shoot yourself in indignation of your epic not being recieved by the masses........but brassey yes and perhaps bright, broad not bent, stinging perhaps (like a kane) and maybe you'll hang someone out to dry with da ropa.........shit if only i had gone.....what about the Mike the....where was he this year??? all this important forum.co.nz stuff........