The beach.

Don’t you love it when you say something really quiet to someone that is meant to be for that one person or that small group of people or something but it turns out that you said it really, really loud and everyone heard what you said? You probably don’t love it, but I know I do because I think it’s fucking funny.

All day today, and much like every day, I have been thinking what it is that I should write about for today’s blog. Nothing happened that was interesting at all really up until the point where Jack called me and asked if I was doing anything, he then came down to mine and the three of us, the third being Andrew, went to the beach. We picked up Aaron and Kenny on the way there, and we might our way to Brighton for a swim. Jack parked the car and we all took our shirts off to march to the jetty. They were talking about jetty jumping and that, but I have never done it before, and I was kind of scared about it. I am not the best swimmer in the world, and by that I mean that I might even be one of the worst swimmers in the world, I mean I can swim but not well, or fast, or anything good at all.

We were talking about sharks and sting rays and some guy that died yesterday from a shark attack at Brighton and all the usual stuff that you talk about when you are about to go swimming, but then, by some divine miracle, we got to whichever point it is on the jetty that we got to and we just... didn’t jump off. We then went for a walk down to the beach, and I quietly said, ‘oye guys, how awesome would it be if there were like, five hot girls who were like naked or something down swimming on the beach and they had all these condoms and they wanted to have sex with us or something?’ and as quiet as I think I said this, all these people, including families just sitting on the beach eating fish and chips and the like turned around and looked at me in disgust, like I said something completely rude and disgusting.

We then went for a swim, and not only am I not a good swimmer, but I also don’t really like fish... or especially sharks and stuff, because they are just like fish, but they can fuck you up. We got fairly deep and then Aaron said a crab bit him on the foot or something, we all bailed, and by bailed I mean swam away fast, or slow of you are me, and we then started walking back to the car. We walked past a bunch of guys yelling at us, calling us faggots and yelling out ‘shark’ and all this stuff to scare us, it didn’t scare us though. I mean I was already at the maximum scared level, so they couldn’t really make me any more scared.