Saturday's dive
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shermaramaConversation in the boat on the way to the site:
Mark (a diver): Look, you can nearly see my house over there, in line with that mast.
Sherm (likewise a diver): So you can see the sea from your house?
Mark: Oh yeah, that's the main reason for living in Peacehaven. It's the only reason I ever do any ironing.
Sherm: ...eh?
Mark: Yeah, I set the board up in front of the window and look at the sea.
Sherm: Does the ironing actually get done, then, or do you just look at the sea?
Mark: Well, you know. I never said I was any good at ironing.
When we got to the site, it was back to true Brighton diving; poorer vis, but clouds of fish flashing in the torchlight, and brittle stars hauling themselves across the sand like little robots. This club's taste for catching their tea is starting to rub off on us; the chairman had lost the litter picker he's been using as a crab hook, and we found it partway through the dive. We spent the rest of our time down there harassing the wildlife in a disgraceful fashion, trying to catch the tails of fish, seizing lobsters, trying to dislodge edible crabs and giggling like children. But fish are quick, and lobsters thrash like bastards, and edible crabs are champion wrestlers, never to be dislodged by someone wielding a litter picker from a position of not actually having any leverage on anything on account of being floating. It was a laugh though.
We got home about 15 minutes too late to watch Doctor Who on broadcast, and so waited for it to come up on iplayer. I spent some of the intervening time feeling smug about how watching it on iplayer rather than broadcast means I'm not really a total addict of this series. You know, like when people deny themselves booze to prove they're not alcoholics.
Mark (a diver): Look, you can nearly see my house over there, in line with that mast.
Sherm (likewise a diver): So you can see the sea from your house?
Mark: Oh yeah, that's the main reason for living in Peacehaven. It's the only reason I ever do any ironing.
Sherm: ...eh?
Mark: Yeah, I set the board up in front of the window and look at the sea.
Sherm: Does the ironing actually get done, then, or do you just look at the sea?
Mark: Well, you know. I never said I was any good at ironing.
When we got to the site, it was back to true Brighton diving; poorer vis, but clouds of fish flashing in the torchlight, and brittle stars hauling themselves across the sand like little robots. This club's taste for catching their tea is starting to rub off on us; the chairman had lost the litter picker he's been using as a crab hook, and we found it partway through the dive. We spent the rest of our time down there harassing the wildlife in a disgraceful fashion, trying to catch the tails of fish, seizing lobsters, trying to dislodge edible crabs and giggling like children. But fish are quick, and lobsters thrash like bastards, and edible crabs are champion wrestlers, never to be dislodged by someone wielding a litter picker from a position of not actually having any leverage on anything on account of being floating. It was a laugh though.
We got home about 15 minutes too late to watch Doctor Who on broadcast, and so waited for it to come up on iplayer. I spent some of the intervening time feeling smug about how watching it on iplayer rather than broadcast means I'm not really a total addict of this series. You know, like when people deny themselves booze to prove they're not alcoholics.
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Date: 2010-06-21 10:11 am (UTC)