This is for Angel. She digs tattoos (or, as she puts it, her ‘ink’). I don’t have one, but I thought I should show her my ‘fake’ one that Sarah drew a while ago on one of our many boring and lonely shifts at Exclusive Books. Ahhhhhh…. those days; how I miss them!
Anyway, I don’t really know what this drawing is supposed to represent. Perhaps Sarah could clarify? It was drawn just above my bottom.
Categories: Me
So yesterday I had my own little run-in with Posseiden. Seemingly I had upset one of the Goddesses he has the hots for (Athena? Afrodite?), and so he had me swishing and froing in a cacophony of terror and panic…
This is how it goes…
My dearest brother, sister and I were having a lovely time frolicking in the waves. We were boogie-boarding too (ie riding the waves on cartoon-coloured boards), and so were going up and down the surf and being all very gay and happy about it.
After a few times of going up and down, we started to drift to the side. My brother and sister then took a wave, and off they went. Except that the wave took them even further to the side. So Tom Cat says “Come over guys, we need to stay between the flag poles.”
So brother and sister begin to move back inbetween the poles. Sister is a bit closer to the shore, so she gets out easily. Brother is having difficulties, though, and can’t seem to make any progress.
So I, getting a little worried (since my brother is mentally handicapped and although he is the best swimmer of the lot of us, needs to be carefully watched in the sea), swim out to get him.
I grab hold of his board, and we attempt to go back inbetween the poles. But to no avail. The side current pushes against us that, whilst it feels like you aren’t getting anywhere, you’re actually being pushed back.
Nevertheless, as we keep on trudging back in the most fruitless of ways (walking, swimming, boogie-ing – nothingworked!), the waves start coming in. BIG waves. And they start to dunk us underneath the water.
So much so that Brother’s board goes flying off his wrist and hits my sister on the head. So whilst we’re still trying to swim back, Sister goes off to find more clever people. Ones that know how to swim against side currents.
I’m still holding Brother’s hands. Water is still swishing us around. Our legs are getting exhausted. We’re still getting dunked. I’m trying to get him to push as hard as he can out of the side wash. He’s swimming, cos that’s what he does best. I’m walking/swimming, cos I just don’t really know what to do.
Then another wave. I lose his hand. He goes further into the side current. Sheet.
So I call him in desperation. I don’t really want to go more in because that’ll put both of us in trouble. So we’re both trying to swim/walk back again this now HECTIC side wash. I can feel the exhaustion taking me over. I’m like, skandaaal. I’m also thinking, this is sooooo bloggable. Gotta survive to blog this. Blog. Blog. Blog.
Next thing two semi-hot guys see us in trouble. They decide to come help us. One guy comes up behind me and pushes me on the backside twice into the waves, that manage to swim me back to the shore. On the way, I almost lose momentum and feel completely exhausted. But I somehow find it again and manage to get to safety. yay.
My poor brother is still out there, as are the two arb dudes. My parentals have now been alerted, and are screaming in hysterics from the shore. The lifeguards start running in with their red shorts and yellow floaty things. A crowd on the beach forms.
There is now a crowd of about 7 men around my brother - willing him to frantically swimming on. He is swimming on, but they’re seemingly not getting nowhere.
This goes on for a while, whilst I collapse in exhaustion underneath our beach umbrella, and think Oh Fudge. Oh Fudge. Oh Fuck you, Posseiden.
Eventually I see them making progress, and my brother emerges out of the water, hardly able to work out of sheer exhaustion and looking very droopy-eyed and sad.
But the drama out at sea continues. The people who came to save us are still out at sea, desperately trying to get back, including the lifeguards. This is how strong the side wash is. It was a beaaatch.
I trudge back to our apartment, all mopey-eyed and slightly pissed off about stuff. I then see a speed boat heading towards the spot. I also see a helicopter coming in low. I think oh sheet.
I heard that the chopper whinched the one dude up from the sea, and the speedboat picked up the other dude.
Must have made a spectacular spectacular for the spectators spectating this spectacutation (My word – haha).
Then last night, as I was drifting off to sleep thinking about what happened that day, images came into my mind: Me swimming after my puppy as she yelps and franctically tries to paddle back to shore; Me being swept out to sea and being shredded into pieces by the gigantic rotor motors of a cargo ship; Me and… er… a lover (hehe) sneaking down to the beach for a midnight swim, and then being swept out to sea and never, ever returning, and no one really knows where on earth we could have gone.
Yah, yah, dramatic I are. But dramatic is the sea.
Quite clearly, as a certain major motion-film will have you know, as well the photos posted in another post below, Posseiden is a drama queen of epic proportions.
Categories: Me
Wow. My first post on wordpress. Here’s hoping it’ll be a long and fruitful relationship!
For those of you who are unaware, this is a continuation of my blog on Xanga – http://www.xanga.com/joburgboy
I am currently getting this one up and running, and whilst that’s happening I’ll blog on both wordpress and xanga.
So – welcome. The photo below, is me. Good to meet you.
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