What a start to the year we have had down here.
We have spent most of the day helping people off
the beach ....mostly victims of hypothermia and
drug abuse. Fat Boys litter. We had a doorman on
our local yesterday to discourage those weird out-
of-towners. Its a local pub for local people.
I went down to have a gander but the breeze off
the sea made me think of the polar ice caps and the
polar bears diving for coke bottles. I came home and had
a lie down . Too much exercise obviously....the old
endolphins were jumping about.
The mulatto kid...a mate of mine whose half Barbadian
and half Scottish ( loves to limbo but hates to pay for it ),
had back stage passes but we couldnt move from the Cannon.
The landlord had thought up a new game to amuse us all .He
had dropped his troosers and was encouraging people to try
to throw ice cubes into his underpants. Some bloke got
overexcited and tried to land his pint glass in there. Theres
always one isnt there ? Were just wild and crazy guys .
Did Fat Boy drop his troosers ? Did he ballroom dance with his
missus ? I doubt it.
Thats what it was all about ! Eureka ! The landlord was
playing a clever mime on us.....he was encouraging us to think
ballroom...inspired obviously by the recent TV programme
" strictly come dancing " . Hes not as daft as he looks.
This year I shall mostly be going commando.
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