Yesterday we all went out, me, my housemates and a few other friends. we were on a beach, and spontaneously decided to go out on a little boat and fish. so we did. Eight twenty one year olds on a small fishing boat a long way out to sea on a very hot and sunny day, getting tans, pretending to try and fish and wearing bright orange life jackets is always good for a laugh. then, in an unusual diversion from what we expected, we nearly caught a fish, a mackeral. But the damn thing got away just as we were about to pull it in. One foot out from the surface of the water, and only at that moment did it suddenly realise, 'hmm, this is a bit odd, i'm being dragged along the water extremely fast by a person wearing a large orange thing with a hook in my kisser. i'd better jump off.' it will forever be remembered as The One That Got Away. Capitals intentional. so we went home and got fish and chips as a consolation prize. it might be the fish's uncle or something, lol.

That was our day. Top shelf.