And I would walk five hundred miles…

And I would walk five hundred more…*sings obnoxiously in hideously inaccurate Scottish accent* If there was a memo, I’ve missed it. I don’t understand. The practise seemed even more prevalent in Laredo… Since I’ve been here I’ve noticed that its a “thing” for three quarters of the beach population to walk, nay stride, purposely upContinue reading “And I would walk five hundred miles…”

Shits and giggles…

Well here I am again with another poo related post for you. “Matter” for those of you with a more sensitive stomach… Don’t lie, you’ve been waiting for this all week. Well there I was, going about my daily business, making sandcastles and building ‘mountains’ with the kids when all of a sudden, the baby freezesContinue reading “Shits and giggles…”

What not to do at the beach…

Aside from the aforementioned perils associated with beach-going (invest in a good pair of sunglasses, the dark tinted ones obscure the jiggle a little), there are a number of things about the beach that just down right piss me off. Want me to share? Well I’m going to anyway… Would it be absolute sacrilege toContinue reading “What not to do at the beach…”

Pits, tits and wobbly bits…

The European beach… Long stretches of fine, golden sand and clear, azure water; cloudless skies painted with a watercolour sunset, swaying palms… Well….that and a few added extras…of the wobbly kind… We British are prudes. Whether we like to admit it or not. If you head down to say….Southend beach, you’ll see people hiding a multitudeContinue reading “Pits, tits and wobbly bits…”

Talking crap…

This brings us nicely onto our first topic of discussion; which is shit… I’m not saying that the topic I’m writing about is rubbish, I’m talking actual feacial matter. The human kind. I apologise for the bluntness of this post, I think I’m a little bit in shock (or maybe its just the fumes), and IContinue reading “Talking crap…”