Good God man! Put it away...

Tel Aviv's dawn secret...


If any of you ever make it on to the beach at dawn (OK, not during this morning's downpours), you'll see a whole tribe of ancestors doing their bit on the sandy plains. Jumping, stretching, playing beach tennis (matcot), chasing pigeons, peeing under the lifeguard towers, etc. etc. Generally showing most of Tel Aviv's residents how to appreciate life...

What always makes me laugh are those big trunks the guys (and ladies) wear. Pulled up tight, they invariably end up somewhere just under the chest. And invariably end up showing off their meat and 2 veg (not applicable to most of the ladies). Quite scary, especially that early in the morning. My eyes are going all watery just thinking about the unnatural pressure being applied in them there trunks...

Seriously though, big respect to all those old dears. If I'm still standing at their age, let alone chasing after a small black rubber ball (beach tennis), I'll be well chuffed.