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Tide: 7.5 metres

What I’m about to tell you is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. There was this one time when I bet Jory he couldn’t swim out to that rock with all the seagull shit on it and of course he went right ahead and did it and I lost my entire savings which weren’t really anything in the first place but still. I should have made sure the bet was for swimming out and back again because I had to call the coastguard for him on the way back, but there’s no time to go into that now. And this other time I wanted to pierce my ears but they were charging way too much at the hairdresser’s so I did it myself using an ice cube and a needle and a bottle of gin, and look how that turned out. I won’t even tell you about that time with Leon – remember him? I can hardly even think about it. If I even just glimpse a gold tooth now I get this deep-down shudder – less like I’ve walked over my own grave than I’ve fallen right down into it. But now there’s this, and this is probably worse.