Hullo! 'only me'... 'The Artist'
My daugher Vics, thats 'Posh' of 'posh and Bex' fame... a blinding observation by Tom
is nagging me to say hullo... so...
"Pease allow me to introduce myself, i'm a man who paints and dives
I've dived around since '94' from Scapa to St Ives'... I know, don't give up the day job!
Seriously though, I answer to Dad, Steve, Old Diving Git, Dinners ready, Buffy, and if i'm in deep manure 'Stephen'.
More seriously still my apologies to Gismo
for getting him into trouble with 'Vics' for calling her Vicky. I must have committed the cardinal sin a dozen times over the last three trips. I'm currenty suffing from recurring groin injuries!
More seriously still again, I do believe I'm suffering from a dose of 'BLAR-BLAR-itis', not surprising having been in such close proximity of both Diving Dude and Digger all day long!
On the subject of which, poor Diving Dude was completly out BLAR-BLARED in the Gosport Chipy!!!
What ever next.
First there was Ion-Drive, then Warp-Drive and the Infinate Improbability Drive... So how about BLAR-BLAR drive... Easy, just clone 10 million paris of Diggers and Diving Dudes in a suitably safe and remote location (Mars perhaps, although, on reflection, that might be a little close for comfort) and then harness an incalculable and inexhaustable energy source!... Make wind farms look a-bit silly!!!
Dear me, I've realy have got a bad dose have'nt I... Is there a cure?
Yours contaminated... 'The Artist'