Saturday, July 30, 2011

Everybody's Gone Surifin' . . .

Agatha Christie's surfing secret revealed | Books | The Guardian: "Hercule Poirot never risked his little grey cells – nor his impeccably waxed moustache – by attempting to hang ten. Nor did Jane Marple ever strap a board to the roof of a Kombi and thunder out of St Mary Mead in search of the perfect tube.

Their enigmatic creator, though, was something of a pioneering and diehard wave-rider. At a time when many of her contemporaries were chugging cocktails in Blighty, Agatha Christie was paddling out from beaches in Cape Town and Honolulu to earn her surfing stripes."

Hat tip to Fred Zackel.

2 comments:

Bud said...

O.K. All you Cozy fans, surf's up!

Anonymous said...

Cowabunga, dude!

Jeff