SEAHORSEWEED?

There are two posts today. Read yesterday's first. It's the one with the blasphemous title. It's better.

The reason you get two gifts today is that now I'm traveling with a laptop I'm no longer restricted to writing updates only when I'm in an internet cafe. It's a good thing. Well, it is if you like my posts. Otherwise the extra post probably makes your tummy hurt, in which case grab yourself a ginger tea and for God's sake have a good lie down.

Anyway... get ready for today's post (also posted today). Here it comes...

There are two things I know for certain; Pringles are a tasty snack no matter where you are in the world and the best jobs in the history of employment involve flirting with endless streams of holidaying women in bikinis. I’m telling you lads, drop everything and nail down some surf school qualifications or a diving instructors ticket. It’s the future.

Let me just clarify here that I’m not advocating that anyone leave their wife or girlfriend to take up this brilliant opportunity; just their job.

My diving instructor Mohsen is probably the most relaxed cat since Miles Davis popped his clogs, which in itself is incredible considering he knocks back 20 cups of coffee a day. Just imagine how catatonically laid back that makes him.

Mohsen is clearly a dude who loves what he does, even though, like the rest of us, he does pretty much the same thing day in, day out. The main difference between his job and yours isn’t that he’s outside in a beautiful, sun-kissed environment – although I’m sure the environmental differences do boost his job satisfaction levels – the main difference between his job and yours is that he gets to flirt with an ever refreshing pool of chicks in bikinis, where as you have to spend your days interacting with besuited middle management types. Check and mate.

Anyway, today I spent a fair proportion of my time under 18 metres of water and I’m happy to report that diving is super fun. I am also happy, and in some respects slightly disturbed, to report that the open water diving course that I completed ten years ago has been recorded on the leading diving accreditation organisation's central database of qualifications, which can be brought up and verified pretty much anywhere in the world where there's an internet link. This is good. It saved me £100. It’s also bad, because now I’m starting to wonder how many organisations out there have my personal details on file. Lots is the only conclusion I can come to. So that's something to ponder.

But put that our of your minds for the time being and get ready for the first ever instalment of; The Coolest Think I Saw Today!

The coolest thing I saw today was a fish chewing on what was either a seahorse that looked like a piece of weed (way cool) or a piece of weed that looked like a seahorse (super lame).

That is all.

Dale Atkinson