Float like the butterfly...
... sting like the jellyfish.
What a delight it was to bump into BS at the end of the West Pier this evening.
He and I are the "mature" hooligans who persistently ignore the No Swimming signs.
Up until that point, it looked like my blip of the day would be a shallow DOF on wild colourful flowers, with artistically blurred sailing boats fluttering across the bay, and the Howth peninsula shrouded in haar in the background.
Thanks to BS I have something a lot more majestic to offer.