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Saturday, 29 March 2014
The last wet suit I bought (back in about 1985) was a two piece suit, with short trousers. Not unlike the above.
I purchased the suit via mail order, and when it finally arrived I was very eager to see if it fitted.
I checked it over, imagined myself under water, and it all looked fine. The Neoprene shorts fitted perfectly, as did the jacket which had a back flap that passed between my legs and fastened with two studs at the front, not unlike the one in the picture.
I looked myself over in the mirror to make sure there were no dodgy seams, then returned to my bedroom to take the thing off, but the two front studs that secured the flap just would not budge; I was trapped.
There was no instruction leaflet, no Neoprene jemmy, and no laughing idiot jumped out to say I was on Candid Camera. I was well and truly imprisoned in a rubber suit, and anyone could have called at the house at any moment. God only knows what they would have imagined was going on!!!
Eventually, after about an hour or so, I decided to call the manufacturers to ask for assistance, and a giggling employee explained the escape method (which was relatively simple).
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1 month ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!