The sound of Colin’s phone playing Meatloaf’s ‘Bat out of Hell’ woke him from his alcohol-induced slumber. It was late evening, and the sun was on the wane. Most of the holidaymakers had left, probably to go back to their various lodgings for dinner.
There was a cool breeze coming off the water, which still carried some of the warmth of the day.
As he opened his eyes and stretched, Colin felt the deckchair rock beneath him. During his sleep, he had somehow managed to manoeuvre it so that one of the wooden legs was balancing on the precipice of a large c***k in the pavement.
Fortunately, for him, he was able to place his weight on the opposite side and push himself up to a standing position, without the chair collapsing under him.
He stood at full stretch and pulled out his phone.
He c
