Thanking you Sparky.

Merry Christmas Seabreezers!

Cambodge said..
Thanking you Sparky.

Merry Christmas Seabreezers!

If he's a windsurfer then I'll take up kiting.

Bad enough with a frangipani on the board but the lamb in the middle has got me worried!

...and the prophecy was thus written in stone that one day, Robby and the Disciples: Bjorn, Finian and Jason would cross the globe and perform miracles in the name of the good lord Huey...

First you took the pagan equinox festival and distorted it into some kind of weird christian birth son of god festval, and now this, what is this, sailboards celebrating the windiest day of the year, what next?

I bring you frankincense, and myrrh, and this amazing trade I got for a pile of old metal!

the Wise Men looked on patiently waiting for a sign, anything...

the baby Jesus was lying motionless, tightly swaddled on a starboard tack in his manger, when suddenly, miraculously, his right foot appeared from nowhere...

the Gods had spoken...FFF was to be law, BFF a blaspheme punishable by death, and how the peasants rejoiced...

WTF will we do with a cambered sail? Cannot you see the baby Jesus was born to shred the waves at the point break in front of us?

Despite his disparaging demeanour LotofWind always prayed at the Shrine of the Unknown Windsurfer which he kept in the corner of his bedroom.

And so, between the ages of twelve to thirty, Jesus disappeared to Hawaii and returned a peace loving freedo.

We shall put baby Jesus on that raft and cast him off. Hopefully the winds will be kind to him and he will land somewhere where gullible folks are a plenty.

Whilst the Bible tells us they followed a star, it was actually the wind they followed.

John 3:40 said..
He is not the Messiah, he is a Windsurfer

JC 0000 photo shoot

God was a very creative being indeed. After sweating on creating the entire universe in 7 days, you would expect to find him lying on his hammock, a beer in hand, and a joint in the other. But hell no. He found some driftwood on the beach. He hand crafted a raft remotely resembled a thong, but much larger. Then he found some bits of cut-off left over by Mrs. God. With these, he borrowed his misus's sewing machine while she was not around, and quickly stitched up a triangular thing which served no particular purpose to him at all. When his misus came home and found out he nicked her fabric, and worst of all, he used her sewing machine despite the fact that he was told not to. She was furious. With a paint brush, she wrote "Nil Pride" on his triangular thing which God still hasn't figure out what purpose it does serve.

Just like all those blokey chaps, he spent an inordinate amount of time in his shed just to suss out those notty pics on the walls, he self-taught sign writing. So he changed "Nil Pride" to "Neil Pryde". And as they said, the rest is history. A famous sail making enterprise was formed.

when you sailed with mary and joseph
there was always plenty of meat for the barbie afterwards.