Trivial quiz for the title.
its now 19:36 and the sun has finally been dampened by at least 2 degrees (on the friggin surface) but at least there is a slight breeze now, a breeze that has allowed me to sit outside writing this in my pants and not be too worried about a wet patch developing in my crotch. The bugger is, all day its been humid as possible and after every five minutes of walking i would have to stop and dry myself with my t shirt, then re-apply my carrot suntan lotion. I fear that I may not have applied it as liberally as i should have one time. My shoulders are a little deeper reddish brown than my chest!!!
Another glorious day walking along the Med, another deceptively large wave crashing down on my trousers, another damp crotch and another dripping walk along to the marina as i dry off. What i didn’t bargain for was my new flip flops have a mind of they’re own. When my feet were dry, they stuck to them like glue, but when the Med had its way with me, the flip flops decided that they would rather stay at the beach and sun themselves until volcanic erosion biodegraded them back into the Earth itself. (I now have the ability to scrunch my toes like a bat hanging upside down in a roost, just to keep the bloody rings on)
It seemed, as i walked down the front, that the average age of the tourist is starting to drop, the smell of ralgex being ousted by the fragrant scent of ‘Joop’ or ‘Ck1’ and the flip flopped be socked person in sensible trilby and checked shirt flapping to reveal the heart operation scar was being substituted by the more bronzed handsome couples who’s ages don’t run into three figures when added together. It seems also, that the rather rotund families (who sit and watch Jezza K, whilst wearing PJs contemplating a trip to Nettos for fags, with ear ringed kids in prams) are being transmogrified into normal looking families who look like they pay their mortgage on time, and don’t use ‘Wonga.com’.
As the evening wears on, its now time to contemplate going to the pub for a bite to eat! or i could just stay in and eat the reset of my ice cream and pig out on Oreos and coke!!! Decisions, decisions!
To all of you X
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I now have the ability to scrunch my toes like a bat hanging upside down in a roost, just to keep the bloody things on!
Ha I’m good at this too lol x