Last time gig you went to?
Eminem in Cape Town, couldn’t get any of the team to join me and Skyeboy was washing his hair so I took Roberto’s nanny.
Last time you went on a non-windsurfing holiday?
Two years ago, the kids and their cousins and a bunch of friends wanted to go to the mountains, half skied while the rest of us boarded. Got to confess it’s getting harder to stay in front.
Last time you stole something?
I was about seven, little sweetshop in my hometown, my best mate egged me on at the time. Thankfully I was caught in the act and shit myself so much I never did it again. Bloody good job, that mate ended up in jail later in life.
Last time you saw an amazing windsurfing manoeuvre?
Freestyle freaks me out. For a while it was quite boring, low spinney moves that all looked the same. Now it’s so powerful you can see the energy, even if you can’t understand the science. You should check out some of Hugo de Sousa’s videos, I challenge you to work out what’s going on.
Last time you jumped so high that you were scared?
Tried a push loop off a mast high wave in Hookipa, didn’t push my arms out and landed with my neck on the boom, John Skye’s still laughing about how messed up I looked.
Last time you patted yourself on the back?
Every time I have something printed or I’m taking off at the airport. My teachers said I’d get nowhere in life. I’d love to see them read all the articles I’ve written or see the amount of passports I’ve filled up.
“ I’m lucky enough to say I have a wonderful family, a great life and fantastic friends and is why I always feel stoked with the world ’’
Last time you stayed in bed all day?
Two years ago, picked up a bug and watched Breaking Bad for three days straight. I’m known as the bed police in my house, only time I’ll lie in until 9 is when F1 is on the box early.
Last time you had a fight?
Labelled early on as thick, there was no route other than fighting. I was born with a competitive spirit so don’t fight younger or smaller were the rules I ran by. Believe me, there were plenty of times I took more than my fair share of beatings; after all I was in boarding school.The fighting followed me out of school and into work; when I was in a wheel chair with a broken pelvis and arm in plaster the fights came back to haunt me. Can’t say it’s the best position to defend yourself but the plaster cast came in handy. After a four hour wait in casualty, I’d not only been fitted with a new cast but had an x-ray that showed I’d bent the metal plate in my arm. A year later I’d given up the fighting, had a new plate and elbow and now I can’t think why any one would want to fight.
Last time you picked up a hitch hiker?
I can’t remember, does that make me a bad man or just a man in a hurry.