Well after a second of sitting in the beach bar sipping our favourite poison (water for me i’ll have you know!) waiting for a wind that never arrived we’ve decided its time to get serious. A pact has been made whereby we all sacrifice ourselves to the Gods of wind by getting as steaming drunk as possible tonight safe in the knowledge that by being totaly incapable of rising from whichever pit we sleep in let alone hold a kite in the sky, we guarantee a great day of wind. Forgot to mention to the guys that after a summer of excess I’ve made an unbreakable deal with myself to not drink for the next 3 months….I’m sure being the reasonable, understanding people they are they will sympathise with my plight and leave me alone to sip my green tea!
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