Suffer Little Children

Good Lord, it's been months and months, I'm sorry to have left you all. Such a lot has happened, and yet so little.

I went to Brighton, remember the woman from the gym? Well we were having a lovely time, then all of a sudden things go a bit weird, a bit fuzzy, and the next thing I know I'm in a dinghy floating round the ocean. I got some flashbacks over the next few days, while I was floating around, about the night before I blacked out... there was a fire station I think, I seem to remember the pole. I'd often wondered how they made it slippy enough for the firemen to slide down, now I remember there's some salty kind of lubricant involved somewhere, I don't remember them putting it on but it's very easy to slide down.

Anyway, eventually I got beached, so I got up out of the dinghy to find someone to help me - I could've sworn I'd gone out in decent clothes, but when I woke up there was a few patches of sequined nonsense covering only what it had to. Next thing I know, there's a sack over my head, and I was bundled into a van.

Oh, I'd better go, I'm needed back at the club. Hopefully I'll be free in a few days, then I'll be able to finish the story.

Peace be with you.