Sunday, July 30, 2006

"I'll have a pint of Stella with my war, please..."

Seems a bit strange, what with a war raging a couple of hours drive away. But fuck it, when Stella calls, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. And yes, the beachside bevvies meant a strip down to my boxers and a quick midnight dip. Lush, absolutely lush. And no jellyfish clinging to my body as I resurfaced. An added bonus.