Castaways Sub-Aqua Club
	A Branch (Branch No 2071) of The British Sub-Aqua Club

Standard Castaways Trip?

Somewhere in the United Kingdom

Anytime really

"Not having been on any of these trips and not knowing many of the people I feel I am ideally suited to write a trip report......."

Twas a bleak and windy morning when we rose from our pits at 5.30 in order to drive for 7 hours to get to what was promised to be an amazing dive site just before lunch. As we drew nearer the excitement grew reaching fever pitch when Anthony put on his famed Jungle tiger tune and began to sing half a tone below the cassette deck. Nobby began kitting up whilst the rest of us met the skipper, had a pint followed by a 4 course lunch and a snooze for half an hour. Once we had woken from this impromptu siesta we put our kit together and went to the boat. By this time Nobby was just getting into his nice blue pants and moaning about how cold it was and how Anthony could have saved half an hour off his journey time if he had gone through south London.

Anthony then singled out the prettiest trainee to dive with - but it should be noted, not before Andrew had managed to have a good crack at sticking his head in her crotch with some excuse about a stuck buckle.

Whilst the rest of us were diving Nobby spent half an hour going up and down directly under the boat blaming this "buoyancy malarky" for his obvious lack of co-ordination.

Chas Spradbery

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