And Rambo's going for the big curl, it's a whopper! Aey look, he's taking it, he's taking it! Still standing like a pro... but uh oh, looks like he's losing control. Aw no, it's wipe-out! And the surfer takes a pounding!

Tina, of all people, punched me in the arm in a way as if to say I was being disrespectful to the fallen surfer dude. I replied, "Dear sister 'o mine, for millennia man has learned to rise out of the ashes of failure, consider this simply the end to another illustrious chapter, the next which will start around about..." We watched the same guy lithely lift himself back up onto his board, muscles flexed as he jumped into the rolling hills of the next burst. "Now."

She tutted, muttering something about guys in general, and our propensity for frivolous exploits, before re-applying sunscreen on her arms and laying back on the sand, arms outstretched by her sides, shades shielding her eyes from the sun.

My attention turned back to that of the surfer; he'd fallen off again. For someone so toned, he was clearly a novice... or just very bad. He'd disappeared again into the water, but I could see his surfboard on the surface. It looked like the string had snapped between the board and the guy's ankle at some point during his tumble.

I nudged Tina, who pursed her lips in annoyance. "Hey, look, the guy's disappeared. C'mon, he might have drowned." I grinned, knowing how much she would hate to see a good looking guy in peril, but she just rolled her head to the side and ignored me.

I pouted fiercely and looked back to the sea. Nope, still no sign. Placing my hand behind my head, I rested back onto the sand beside her. He'll be fine, I mused. The sky was so incredibly blue. What could possibly happen on a day like this?