Poor Dinahmow has been subjected to Goldfrapp and Redshirts, but all she wants is a shag on a groyne.
It's not too much to ask, surely?
Well, apparently it is.
I popped down to the seafront this morning to find only the barest glimpses of groynes and definitely no shags.
Or cormorants.
That is some high tide! Wow! What an incredible reach, almost to the cliffs! Thank goodness for retaining walls holding back the raging sea. It's quite a sight seeing those mighty erections wet from all that repeated pounding action!
ReplyDeleteThe tide was high but I was didn't have to hold on to those slippery erections as all the pounding had died down by the time I got there.
DeleteBlast!
Our Dinah just survived a deadly Sharknado, in addition to the everyday drop bears and spiders the size of diner plates!
ReplyDeletehahaha!Fortunately, we were spared that.
DeleteI bet you wouldn't even have batted an eyelid a little tiddler like that, would you, Dinah?
DeleteThank you. You've started my day with a giggle.Now, I'll be better able to face more of the post-cyclone clean-up.You should SEE all the hyphens lying around!:-)
ReplyDeleteMakes a change from all the commas around here!
DeleteOh I have an explanation for the lack of shags: they must have been European Shags and have Shexited.
ReplyDeleteBlimy! They were given their marching orders pretty damn quickly. Theresa May's signature is still wet!
DeleteAnd shows no sign of being different any time soon...
DeleteAre they sleeping it off from a rough Saturday night?
ReplyDeleteThey're probably all under the pier, or in the alley way next to Boots the Chemist, with their jeans and/or knickers around their ankles.
Deletedon't mind me, i've no idea what you're talking about.
ReplyDeleteFew seldom do. Perhaps the next post will be more coherent?
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