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Newsgroups: alt.surfing
Subject: The D.J.Files, excerpts of a surfing life #16 - djbigwed.16 [1/1]
From: dp025@seqeb.gov.au (D.Pritchard...Bear)
Date: 1 Oct 1996 06:44:22 GMT


  Disclaimer :  the 'Files are fiction, more or less. Sometimes less.

                  The D.J.Files #16

       Wet Wednesday

       FFFFFffffsssshhhhhhhhhh! The water is simply pouring off the iron
 balcony outside the bedroom window of Bear's definitely-not-up-market
 apartment. It's been raining heavily and solidly since some time before
 midnite. It is, in fact, what has woken Bear up. He lies, hands-behind-head,
 just looking out at the dark grayness thru the gap in the curtains
       "Shit of a day!?" he says as Mrs.Bear wakes and looks.
       "Take a sickie...go down for a surf...I'll come with you!"
       "Yeah, right, waste a sickie on a day like this??"
       "But the surf'll be good!"
       "Look, I know you think the surf's only good when the weather's crap.."
       "No, it's not tha-"
       "But there's stuff-all on the weather maps!" Bear interrupts. He does
  that. All the time.
       So they head off to their respective jobs. Bear gets a lucky park right
  next to a side entrance, so he's hardly damp when he arrives. It's good to
  be in work on a bad day, he thinks.
       Saturday  the weather's a lot better: warm, a bit windy, fluffy clouds.
  Unfortunately, no surf, he finds out as he pulls up at the end of the little
  glacial valley and gets to see the ocean. several of  the crew are standing
  around. Bear gets out of the kombi and joins them.
       "Hey Bear!, where were ya on-"
              "I don'wanna hear it!!"
       " -Wednesday?" D.J.. continues. 'Doh' had not been invented at this
  time, so Bear used another, f...amiliar word, followed by
              "Don't tell..."
       "But it..."
              "...me !"
       "..was six-to-"
              "Aaargh!"
       "-eight and dead-"
                groan and a cover of the ears
       "glassy."
                   weep.