Australia - Part 17

As if to prove the point that the trip to Surfer’s Paradise was a mistake they awoke in Manly to brilliant sunshine and not a cloud in the sky.

Clearly the beach beckoned and whilst Boris disappeared off to his office (his spare room) Nigel and our subject plonked themselves on the beach. Our subject by some miracle had up until this point managed to avoid sunburn but this could not last and by now convinced he could resist the noon sun decided not to bother with sun-tan lotion as he lay there for 3 hours between 1100 and 1400. He is now somewhat scarlet.

Fortunately for him and his medical insurers he had agreed to meet the lovely Sam and her daughter (Tilly) for a late lunch which took him off the beach. A splendid afternoon of reminiscing and chatting followed truly enlivened by the following, “do you want to hold her, she can be quite sicky”; “love to, I’m sure I’ll be right”; “ok here you go”; “golly she really does look just like you…oh, she is quite sicky isn’t she”; “I’ll get some tissues.”

Glenn by this stage was back down south and they all met up in the Wharf bar to prepare for their final hurrah in Australia back at the Shore Bar. Suffice to say a rather heavy night was had by all. A cast of thousands and beers of a similar number duly followed. The details remain a little hazy but the evening is perhaps best summed up by the discovery of our subject asleep on a sofa in just his underwear (glowing bright red) at around 0230.