Sunday, September 21

Dialogue From France 3

(to a surprisingly small charter group)
"What, don't you have any friends?"

"Let's go and spill some of the gin on that palace."

"While this boat is racing, there's one guy who stays below deck and moves all the sails around and sorts them out. He's called the sewer rat, and you can spot him in the team photo because he's the one without a tan."
"He usuall has big pink eyes, as well."
"And webbed feet."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it gets pretty damp down there."
"He doesn't have any friends."
"I wonder if he's at the show."
"He's skippering the other boat."

"I can hardly get her number if you don't go closer."
"I'm trying to go past on a more impressive point of sail."

Proper post once I get back to London. Promise.

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