Western decadence

This week started with a sour note as my father abandoned ship, returning to muggle world. The two following nights were positively saturated with "social interaction" (not pune hunting). The first night after rediscovering (yet again) that we were not designed for clubbing (verve that makes reference to the ancient Neanderthal tradition of picking up girls in the most animalistic way possible), we started heading back to the boat. Little did we know that along the way we were going to come accross three beautiful (I hope you're reading this) American girls. The following night, after going through the previous night's realisation process yet again, we me some Canadian girls, who were also beautiful (hope to see that viewings increase this week).

Andy arrived the following day, and the flow of girls slowed (but I'm sure it's unrelated). In all fairness though, since his arrival he has been treating us to copious amounts of beer, and been great company. We have now moved to the next bay along, which is where it's all "going on". By this I mean:
babe infested beaches, clean water, victims for our boat parties, etc.

We have recently been offered somewher to shower as well, so things are looking up.
Tomorrow we are planning on heading somewhere a bit more quiet. We seem to spend our lives drawn to Western Decadence, and then rapidly escaping, having lost any desire to ever bring a daughter into the world (due to the fear that she might ever come to Ios when she reaches 18).


Tom's Tom Tip: "Don't try to keep up with Irish people on a night out (talking or drinking)".
Andy's Arse Analysis: "Good to fair on the beach, soft in places. Forecast to be wet on the underside this evening".
Ben's Best Bit: "Strong easterly wind blows Canadians off course".

Family

Repeat

Don't know why there's 3 (drunk).

Yanks, I mean... Canadians

Yanks

The dark passenger