Ray Mears - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 22 March 2008

"I am right behind you Al!" I shouted

We must have gone about 20 miles before we stopped for a rest. We collapsed in a heap together and lay on a sand dune. Unknown to Al he was sitting on an ants nest and the little blighters were biting him.

"I gotta get these lycra shorts off pretty damn quick, will you help me?"

Music to my ears I thought.

"Of course"

I peeled them off, slowly, savouring the moment.

"Hurry up, the buggers are biting my bits!" he moaned.