confessional

1/ mike's sin:

castaway..

last sunday, on a beautiful devon beach, i swam in the blue sea.

on finding a landfall, i endeavoured to dry out in the sun. sure nuff my shorts would dry quick but oh no not my underpants - they'd be soggy & chaffing all day & my bag was way off in a car.

my ladyfriend (at the time) suggested i ditch the aformentioned wetpants into ocean & i listened to her oh yes. i swam round the ragged rocks outta sight & shed my briefs (boxers i best anyway) casting them off into the shimmering water.

alas, on my return to the others i realised that i would not relax for fear of seeing these Slater Menswear undies floating all-miracle-like upon the surface. so i quietly slunk back round the bend & gently plucked the blighter from the sea, placing it carefully onto a rock out of harm's (& eternal embarassment's way).

now i could sunbathe at ease, (only slightly guilty about my unwelcome contribution to the environment), knowing i was spared the thought of everyone yelling 'ahoy! there's some pants floating north-by-north-west!'etc & me cringing & hoping they'd never discover it was my cast-off - a 1% chance i know, but enough to prevent any holiday peace of mind.

please forgive me, sea gulls!