Divine Intervention


Some winter bombs in Ireland from earlier this season


Jack Johns Interview for Facial Magazine – Barrels & Moustaches

In a sport heavily dominated by the southern hemisphere, Northern Europe doesn’t exactly spring to mind as a destination to find talented bodyboarders. Hailing from Cornwall’s sunny seaside town of Penzance, 26 year old, former British Bodyboard champ Jack Johns spent his youth travelling the world with his bodyboard under his arm.  He gained a reputation for himself in the best waves the world has to offer, all the time sporting one hell of a gentlemen’s moustache.

After seeing photos scattered across the world wide web of his recent Irish adventure amongst one of Europe’s most infamous waves (Aileen’s) alongside current world number one Dave Winchester, we thought we’d catch up with the Cornish gent to talk careers and facial hair.

Firstly what do the ladies make of that mo?

“The ladies seem to love it, but not so much my girlfriend.”

jack johns mo

Facial hair jealousy?

“I Went to Austria this summer and there were some serious lederhosen, beard combos… it was awesome.”

Facial hair the world could do without?

“A freshly shaven face, with a long stringy goatee.”

Any plans for Movember?

I just want to relax as I’ve just moved into a new house in Porthleven and like to spend some time here before I disappear off anywhere.”

How long have you been riding the boogie?

“A fair few years; since I was a kid really.”

Favorite wave?

“As a destination I love the waves we get in Ireland, they usually fulfil my needs. Aileen’s for the scare factor and the big barrels and just all the other fun waves over there.”

Jack on a bomb at Aileens - Mickey Smith

Jack on a bomb at Aileens – Mickey Smith

Who are your sponsors?

“NMD boards, Zion Wetsuits, Soyroll, LeCerfBlanc, Stealth and SAS (Surfers Against Sewage).”

Do you have any trips planned?

“I’m heading to Gran Canaria at the end of the month for a few weeks, but other than that I like to keep my options open, wait for swells and just do a few trips to Scotland and Ireland.”

When you’re not floating around in the sea what are you up to?

“I’m a freelance camera assistant, but I have to travel to London for that, so when I’m down here (in Cornwall) I put most my time into my business, Boogtique.com”

What are your career aspirations?

“Dude, don’t ask me that, such a hard one to answer without sounding like a knob. I’m pretty happy with the work I’ve been doing recently, I’ve been learning a lot as a camera assistant, but I guess one day I’d love to be a DOP. (Director of photography)”

Current World number 1, Dave Winchester, was quoted saying he’d like to see you get the funds to make a go at the world tour. Do you fancy it?

“Geez, I’d love to give the IBA (International Bodyboard Association) tour a go, it would take a lot of commitment and pretty much the whole year travelling, but if someone was to give me the money to do so, I would jump at the chance.”

Boogtique seems like it’s been a real success not only as a business, but also at pushing the UK Bodyboarding scene further. How has it been creating a business out of the sport?

“It’s been awesome; Fintan (Gillespie) and I both feel pretty proud of setting it up. It’s still more for the love at the moment as it’s not making us any money, but we’ve learnt a lot and we’ve had fun doing it.”

This year’s pro model looks like a real beaut? How long have you been with NMD, and how has that been?

“I’ve been with them for around 6 years now and the boards just keep getting better and better.”

You’ve been pretty fortunate to be able to work alongside Mickey Smith on so many of his projects; do you guys have anything more lined up?

“We just did a pretty mega 6 week stint filming on a commercial around Europe and Mick’s still stuck in the edit suite trying to get it finished off, so once he’s done with that I think he’ll want to chill for a while…. but who knows, he’s always creating something.”

Cheers mate, any shout outs?

“Love to Ruthie (jacks girlfriend), my mates and those supporting the Mo cause.”


run to the sea – jack johns from Jack Johns on Vimeo.

bit of nostalgia, all footage from over three years ago.
All filmed within UK and Ireland.
Filmed by: Andrew Course. Allan Wilson. Richard Stewart.

10 Days in Ireland

Photo: Tim Hunt

Images of empty Irish slabs took up residence in a wave riddled corner of my mind some time ago. Watching guys like Brendon Newton falling into green caverns in the old Mickey Smith videos always had me amped on making the crossing, but it was only until a few weeks ago that the opportunity really presented itself.

My brother had some work experience lined up on the west coast and fancied chasing some waves for a week before he started. A few persuasive phone calls, a clean looking swell on the charts along with the idea of spending St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland firmly planted into my head, and I was sold on the idea.

I now had 48 hours to book the ferry, complete and hand in work, hit Falmouth and get myself home and packed ready to leave early the next morning.

In Cork, an introduction to Beamish, led to 15 hours of heavy drinking with St. Patrick, who led us well and truly into the next day with my cousin and her family.

Full of stout, we headed west in the search of waves. A brief stop in Lahinch was followed by the mission north, to find offshores. After a windy night in the tent without pegs on Mullaghmore Head, we opted for some small barrels in Bundoran.

Cliffs of Moher

Without any form of map, GPS or working phones, we headed for Easkey, which we completely overshot, to find a secluded left hand reef. The surf was only a few feet but held the most perfect little crystal clear, hollow bowls to split between us.

Another Baltic night in the tent was followed by a 300km drive back down south to Ballybunion, where my brother worked at the angling festival after a rough night’s sleep in the car.  I joined 300 primary school kids for a sea-life talk, to leave richer in knowledge after discovering how dolphins sleep. Winning!

That afternoon, we passed Tom Lowe and Fergal Smith at a windy Aileens, to come across a stretch of reef holding a flawless left hander. A bowling sucky take-off that ran into hollow wall… and only two guys out! We were also graced by the mystic presence of local celebrity, Dusty the dolphin. She’d accompany us as we paddled back to the peak, swimming under and around us while we tried to get our heads around the bizarre situation.

Below Sea Level. Photo: Tim Hunt

Happier than a pair of pikey’s in a scrap yard, we settled for a swift pint before hitting the hay as we knew the winds would be light the following morning.

We started the final day by heading to a slab we had checked a few days before and believed to be Bumbaloids. As we hopped the fence to have a peak, it only looked about shoulder high, but after watching a couple fold in half and spew their guts out into the channel, it was clear I would be going it alone.

Aileens. Photo: Tim Hunt

The paddle was further than I had expected, meaning it was also a lot bigger than I had first thought. The second problem was a dropping tide: As I got close I could see it sucking water so hard off the slab that about half a foot of it was poking its ugly head out the water…..SHITE!

I couldn’t paddle all this way without getting  couple, so I watched it a bit longer from the shoulder trying to suss out which ones weren’t going dry. I knew exactly where I needed to sit, but that meant back-dooring the bastard, and with no one out, my balls weren’t having it. Some of them also had a hideous side wedge running through them and I definitely didn’t fancy falling head first through one of those.

Picking a Fight. Photo: Tim Hunt

After barrel dodging a couple of wide ones, I went a little deeper but caught my nose as soon as I made it to the bottom. I lost my board from under me and scorpioned my way back up the face before being dropped onto the slab. I bounced around in knee-deep water for a bit before admitting defeat and making my way back to land. It wasn’t until half way back that I noticed two cuts across my arse framed by two big tears in my suit. Ideal.

No poorly organised surf trip is complete without some sort of travel fail at some point, and up to now, the trip had run smoothly, maybe too smoothly.  We checked the wave from the previous day, but with a dropping swell and time ticking down to my return flight we sacked it off. Back at the car my brother declared he had lost the car keys, just three hours before my flight home.

After an hour spent retracing our steps through fields, it hit me….The clocks had changed last night. Props to my brother, who forked out a 120 Euro taxi ride for me to

Heaving. Photo: Tim Hunt

get to the airport. By the time taxi arrived, we had under an hour to make an hour and halves journey.

The driver was a hero. Without easing off the accelerator, he made some hairy over takes and went for some full on Colin Mcrae racing lines through the winding lanes and got me to the airport only 20 minutes after check-in.
10 minutes later, I’m sat on the plane, leaving a perfect chart behind with nothing but a maxed out overdraft to cheer me up.