Some surfers seem like some self serving gurus that the older they get the better they were. All the stuff that middle aged surfers write about themselves and the so called legends of the 40s 50s 60s 70s 80s and now the 90s are being sprogged about as the time for the real big men of surfing. Well lot a load of crap. As if we needed th Bulls, the Nats, the Greenoughs, even the Currens and Slaters to get us out there . The masses the surfers who don't have the luxury of downtown uncrowded peaks. We got to fight for our waves most weekends and after hours. Staying out at dark, Paddling out to places that theese old kooks would never of dreamt of to find a bit of the isolation that some of these self congratulatory "water men" took for granted. We don't need the Billabongs ,The Rip Curls and Quiksilvers. They can shove their corporate , polluting greed up their kentucky fried macca walmart checkout. On a lighter note a surfposter is a wonderful thing to have on your wall.