Once upon a time, many wild nights ago, Animaux (a very young, naïve guru) – fell in a vat of overproof rum. From then on, rum flowed in his veins, and as Animaux the boy became Animaux the man, it fuelled his baser instincts and a hyena laugh.
Extensive preparation is a guru tradition, and so around midnight, Star du Porn proposed some final endurance training: drink our entire OP rum supply before dawn. And before it dawned on us, Animaux had downed his tots and was off his tits. The band was back together.
Our Greek mate, Poseidon, has laid on some nice weather so we’ve gone sailing. East. Ressie must have a New Caledonian boyfriend, because she’s chomping at the bit, and after one day we’re already a quarter of the way there. Sports fishing bar now open for sundowners. See you there.