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"What do you do..."

...with a drunken sailor?
No, seriously.

I went to the beach today with a couple of mates seeing as the weather was nice, and as I was on my way back to the gang with my two lovely Magnums a bloody drunk bloke leaning on a metal railing started conversation with me. And from what I can remember, it went a little bit like this:

"Uuuugh, sleeuping pills-ows."

"Yeah, hi."

"Doo yeu no paddy?"

"No, sorry... You alright?"

"Yeeuurgh, tip-top beautiful seaside."

His breath stunk, so I thought I'd leave it there and escape when he turned to look back at his beautiful seaside, which may I add consisted of dark, murky sea front overcome with pongy seaweed.

This was the highlight of my day. Oh yeah, and I swam in the freezing cold sea (up north).

I haven't elaborated, no.

I think that at least half of the SR crowd are nutters ...

Don't worry about gerrid - everyone says he's crazy. I'm inclined to agree.

Elaborate then

I don't think you quite understand.

Are you related to any sailors gerrid?

I'm afraid you're wrong.

gerrid wrote:
> I'm sorry but I have to disagree with your story, Jemini

Disagree how?
It wasn't Blackpool by the way, although I wouldn't mind Blackpool pleasure beach. Some pretty nice totty there.

We shoud all visit Fleetwood instead.
Go fleetwood.

Blackpool sucks.
It's the same every time I go.
MOST dissapointing.