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Near Death Experience # 76

A friend recently confided she lacked body confidence, and I was considering this latest morsel of information with disappointing insensitivity, as I casually flip-flopped along a sun drenched Playa Del Carmen. Sure, my own frame is in dire need of some form of maintenance, radical being the operative adjective, however some of the sights unavoidably filling, and I mean filling! the Scottish guy’s vision field often make me feel that I, or that particular lady friend, have little to worry about!

Let me set the scene.

I am aboard the Princesa Ico, a glass bottom boat, which tacks an almost daily course between Corralejo and Lanzarote. Now dear readers, many of you will know the trip stops just outside the last named harbour for a fish feeding and observing exercise. Interesting it is too.



So there we all are seated church pew like being mesmerised by sardine shenanigans and mullet mayhem, when in due course the crew bade us move, thus letting others in to witness the show. And then it happened! Quite what possessed me to look in the opposite way to which I was headed who knows some sort of sixth sense? Self-preservation perhaps? If this was a bible story, I would have turned to a pile of…. sand. Quiet in the cheap seats!! But I shall put it this way; can you imagine anyone using their arse as a murder weapon???

I suppose it could be considered the perfect crime, but trust me this was one large female posterior, to go along with the rest of her personage, as she managed to get jammed in the stairwell leading to the upper decks. Ye Gods, what if she had broken wind!! Surf Bum would have been history, a mere damp patch of erstwhile (sic) existence. Surf Bum R.I.P.

But here I am, hunched over word processor, relating the tale, and you are so glad, aren’t you? Well aren’t you?

Talk again later………..

Surf Bum
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