Stab Recommends: 5 Things That Have Nothing To Do With Surfing

There’s only so much Indo, Waco, and all kinds of other surfy things ending in ‘o’ that a man can take.

From it’s inception Stab‘s always considered itself a ‘men’s magazine’ foremost, with an ’emphasis on high performance surfing’ second. Thing is, what works as a neat capsule in print, doesn’t necessarily translate online. Meaning that since shelving the mag, much of the extracurricular tidbits that gave this institution such flavour (and drew yours truly to its matte pages) have fallen by the wayside. Therefore, failing the return of ‘Porno Essays for Tuxedos’ – an inspired section of the magazine that encouraged readers to pen erotic tales in the hope of winning an Insight 51 (RIP) tux – here’s five things that have nothing to do with surfing to make your fitter, happier and, potentially, more productive.  

Hauntingly Beautiful Visuals and Musical Accompaniment

It’s the best interpretive dance performance you’ve ever seen, directed by the man who made There Will Be Blood, and the lead dancer (and score composer) is Thom Yorke. That’s all.  

Tune in and let it take you.

An Exemplary Life Cut Short

Hitchens is (was) perhaps the world’s most famous atheist, but taking on the man in the sky is just the tip. If you cherish words, wit and tireless research then his discography is catnip.

Writing doesn’t get much better. 

A Masterful Songwriter

Not complicated, just prolific. (Sandy) Alex G is a songwriter so gifted that Frank Ocean thumbs him a whatsapp every time he needs a hit. If you’re a sensitive soul who prone to melancholy then put 13th September in the Moleskin.  

13th September can’t come soon enough.

A Worthy Investment

There’s plenty of ways to squander your meagre income, but you won’t regret throwing coin at nice things to hang on your wall. A Jamie Hewlett (of Tank Girl and Gorillaz fame) print is as good a way to slither out of a tax bracket as any. 

Give Jamie’s agent a buzz.

Just Go For a Run

Wanna trim down, ease the pain between the ears and sleep like a careless child? Just don the runners and hit the tarmac. “Ideal for runs up to three miles,” which is handy because the hinges won’t take us much further. 

Swoosh.