Showing posts with label 1967. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1967. Show all posts

Thursday, 24 February 2011

Shifty

We've temporarily closed our book swap. But fear not, it's for a good cause. You see, we're having a bit of a re-arrange instore.
Which reminds me - if you, or anyone you know happens to have any unwanted 'sixites' furniture or items hanging around their house or garage, please do let us know. It's all part of the new look we're gradually undergoing. Drop by and we'll explain more.
Meanwhile, we've still got a healthy amount of stock at 70% off, Winter wetsuits at 25% off, Boards at 25% off and many other deals to be had. We've also got an awful lot of the new seasons range in - we're rocking it ourselves. C


Tom, yesterday (n.b. not really...)

Saturday, 17 July 2010

Mature Shredders and Fondudes.

On initial impressions, you'd (quite understandably) assume that Gul International and The Cheese Store of Beverly Hills had nothing in common. Gul International is, if we do say so ourselves, a distinguished producer and supplier of high quality surfing and sea-faring outfits and trappings, steeped in a fine regional heritage. The Cheese Store of Beverly Hills is most obviously famed for it's selection of hundreds of cheeses. However, it also stocks and peddles such epicurean delights as Austrian Pumpkin Seed Oil, French Butters and, most notably, Golden Imperial Osetra Caviar. And who doesn't like a spot of that on their chips.
What, I hear you ask, could these two fine pillars of surfwear and cheese possibly have in common? Well, asides from having high quality staff who know what they're talking about, and supplying very distinguished clientele (Gul: The Olympic Sailing Team. Cheese Shop: Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore...probably) both were founded in the grand year of 1967.
Pondering what else occurred in this year? Well, The Beatles released 'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band'; Will Ferrell was born and Sesame Street was broadcast for the first time.

For us, though, it's all about surf and cheese.

So here's to you, our compadres in the cheese shop: 1967 was obviously a vintage year. Crack open a wheel of your finest smelly one, and lets celebrate. Tom's got the Ryvita.