What kinda man do you want to be? At Stab we believe you’re the sort of young buffalo who needs to roam unfettered, who ain’t content with a life in a backwater, getting kicks from Friday night RSLs, passing the same faces in town and squeezing a moderate and uninspiring living out of whatever it is y’do in the sticks.

Stab believes you’ve got a mind to feed, a wallet to fill, gals to chase and a desire to do it all while still surfing every-ish day.

Stab believes you’re a certain kind of man who ain’t into gangs, the glorification of UFC and all the violence and hoo-ha that surrounds it (even though we love Little Rich, a Stab pal from way back who is now kinda amazing at the sport) and therefore you seek like-minded souls.

Stab believes that if you’re holding this magazine, you want something real special out of life because, more than anyone, you know what brittle thread the life of a man hangs upon.

Cape Town, one of the great cities of the world for surfers. Y’wanna come play?

This issue we profile the 10 best cities in the world to be a surfer or as the tagline to the story goes, “Metropolises where a man can lock down a satisfying occupation, be entertained in the most degenerate manner, where he won’t be vilified for his free expression and where a hunk of fiberglass can be put to exceptionally good use…”

The winner? Rio.

The city pictured, with all its geographical perfection and mindless, endless swell is Cape Town. But, this African city of three-and-a-half mill, loses points, and finishes fifth, for the potential of having your throat slit, your blood infected (HIV!) and the volume of Great Whites that’ve been trained to associate humans with food via the game of chumming for cage divers. Who fills the other places? Come inside for an instructive guide, written by some our favourite writers.

But, that ain’t all in a magazine that so ain’t a cavalcade of bummers. Dane Reynolds, 27, a hot surfer from Emma Wood in California, returns to our pages with From Here to

Obscurity, a list of the seven tunes, trinkets, whatevs, that have lit his fire so far this year. When he sidetracks on the classic nineties hip-hop album Illmatic by Nas, he says: “I used to like rap music. I also used to wear tank tops and think that nice things were cool.”

Mason Ho returns, too. What an amazing post-adolescent wonder boy! Tell me, Mason, what don’t we know about you? “I try to copy MP the most when I’m surfing. Big time. Because he’s PSYCCCCCHHHED! So in the moment!” Ho! Timely!

When y’done with surfing, flip it and reverse to Style where Lyndie Irons, who looks more gorgeous than a gal has a right to, talks about the blunt reality of life without her Champ.

Come here, come to Stab, the magazine that sees the world with a romantic, though objective, clarity.