TWENTY-EIGHT
THE ISLE OF LESBOS, 5 FRISIAN TUN
The ménage a trois, of a moose, hockey centre half (left half) and a synchronised swimming instructor, was becoming fever pitch, so much so that Aedd, concerned for the stability and construction of his armchair, interrupted Del Boy’s flow to suggest the three women may wish to retire to the Isle of Lesbos downstairs, and he pointed with the cue to the floor, but everyone, even Pimple, knew he was indicating to beneath the waves of the Mediterranean; Atlantis?
Pimple relaxed into the gorgeous arms of the dazzling Cecelia, safe now in the knowledge that the Isle of Lesbos was of course unknown to the Terrafirma cartographical world as it resided below the waves. Everything was explained, Atlantis. He gazed into the eyes of his beloved Ceceli
