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woke up feeling a bit haggard today then got a call from dave saying we should go to the beach. i thought this would be a perfect opportunity for a days detox so i packed a towel and a bottle of water and off we went. as the car ride went on we both perked up a bit and decided it was way too sunny to be drinking water so we swung by the garage to grab some beers, we got corona though so the detox still counted because everyone knows that shits only one step up the food chain from ribena. took us ages to get there because we were stuck on a single track road behind a fucking massive limo in the middle of nowhere, turned out to be elton john which added a weird twist to the start of the day. dave heard some kid on the beach say to his mum "do we have to watch that fat man sing?" which was quite a treat. i guess he's popular still because the beach was empty. we set up in a prime spot and then realised we didn't have a bottle opener so i used my new skills anthony taught me and popped the first three bottles open but then after a few marley tracks i got carried away on my fourth and some how bit the top of the bottle off and busted my mouth open on the glass. shit myself a bit but after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood it wolverined up. some couple pitched up and started getting their freak on right next to us which seemed like a perfect opportunity to test the perv zoom on my phone camera. worked out for a bit but it went real heat magazine when i pushed it to it's limit for the money shot. i've got nothing but respect for dirty girls but you've got to question anyone that will let you bury digits totally in the open on a family beach. keep that shit backstage ladies or you're gonna get some pervert putting pixelated photos of you on the internets. after all that excitement it was time for a swim to cool off. tried to get the first baywatch run of the year in but stacked it after the first wave. done a couple of 2012 warm up dives and then called it a day as hypothermia was starting to set in. thank you ghetto glasses for another bloody good day. s x