I've been home for a matter of hours, bournemouth shows signs of a decent enough swell arriving (backed by monstrous winds) this weekend, I have applied for a job as a male escort (partially out of curiosity but predominantly to see what the agent thinks a small, skinny beach rat is worth). Eaten a real* steak and started watching Terry Pratchett's courageous and insightful appearance on the BBC re Euthanasia. Its certainly different here then the
Morocco Surf Trips camp!
*not goat
