Donning a beautiful Blonde Wig, Coconut Bra, Sea Shells Necklace and the bottom half of a big Tuna Fish I paid this brainless Trollop a Hundred Knicker to dress up as a Mermaid and sit on a rock in Torquay.
I found her in a Greggs bakery, pulling a face and complaining about Cheese and Onion Pasties or something, ah! Methinks, a splendid opportunity to conduct an experiment as it were, so a quick flash of my cash and a toothy smile, she agreed to indulge me.
And so, I explained to her I wanted her to sing like a Mermaid, and see if any Ships or other Boats come crashing at the seductive intonements omitting from her Aqautic wailings.
She was Game enough I'll say, and cut a pretty figure too. Like Daryl Hannah! Woof! Watchit Sir! Brrrrrrrrrrrr! Heh.
After ten minutes of going "Woooooooooh! Arwoooooooooo!" Nothing happened, I saw a couple of Trawlers, they just went by without so much as a Kiss-my-Ar*e! A couple of Small Fishing Boats sauntered by, but again nothing, just these Fishermen farting about with Cockles and Mussels.
"'Ere! Oi've had enaff of this, it's a load orf Bollacks!" The makeshift Mermaid moaned.
Anyway, I had to cough up the money as promised and deduced that Sirens cannot wreck a ship!
Not unless it's a bloody big Squid or something. But that's another tale in itself.
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