before we went to watch Keating the Musical*, i walked into The Hill of Content – a bookshop on Collins st in the city – with bobo and matt. matt wanted to pick up his copy of generation x(a v sexy edition i might add) and I wanted to find a book i had read a review of in the weekend papers a couple of weeks back.
my dilemma, though, was that all i could remember was that it was a book, fiction, about some guys on the world professional surfing circuit, adventure fiction perhaps, and written by a surf journalist. no name no author no publisher. i know, lame. lame enough that matt dared me to asked the bookshop guy if he knew what I as talking about.
so i asked the guy if he knew the name of ‘that recent release book about surfing’. he didn’t appreciate my query. to the extent that I had to answer it myelf, as in:
ME – “hi i am looking for a book that was recently released. it’s about surfing” [pause] [pause] [pause] “…so…you don’t know it?”
BOOKSHOP GUY – “no”
ME – “ok no worries, thanks”
which leads me to ask the question – if you happen to know what I am talking about then PLEASE let me know. it’s a book about surfing written by a surf journalist.
thanks in advance
*which was, by the way, the best thing i have seen in ages if you don’t count the finals of Dancing with the Stars or Big Brother in the white room.