Crime Fighting (eves-dropping) at it's best or worst...

Andrew – Gusband has always told me that I eves-drop too much. Well too much may be an overstatement since these days he says, “So what’s the story with this pair over here?” Turns out I’ve got a partner in eves-dropping crime, so look out!

It made me think today when we were lying at Ku De Ta by the beach with our cocktails and books in the sun (shade for me, I’m very delicate) how much I love watching people.

We creatures are an interesting bunch and if we ever stopped and thought about how the way we carry ourselves and the things that we do in public, might look to the outsider maybe we would behave a little differently. Or maybe not.

Getting distracted from my new book I began to look around and tried to imagine what peoples stories actually might be. Because I was so busy I issued directions to my partner in crime to photographically document the very important task at hand.

Starting with “Very Hot Bodied Guy and his Friend, Both with Faces Like Dropped Pies.” 

Clearly VHGBFBFLDP were into some sort of shady business deal, probably organized crime. No, we were not swayed by their casual demeanour and how they tried to throw us off the scent by taking a swim in the ocean and then casually rinsing the salt water off their glistening bodies… sorry I digress. It was their phones constantly ringing and getting up and moving away from the crowd to talk on them that really had me suspicious.

Or maybe they were just VHGBFBFLDP who thought it was bad manners to talk on their phones in a crowd. See not even you believe that!

Then there was the guy and his “man-friend” throwing a ball at each other on the beach. Clearly this is some kind of new training technique armies are implementing to try and get ahead of their enemies. Sneaking under the radar didn’t work so well for these 2 when they clocked an infant in the head and then got screamed at by the father. Under the radar…. Not so much.

Masquarding as bogans throwing shit around? I will not be fooled!

Not to mention the lady who’s husband didn’t like her breast implants and had them removed to please him. Bastard! Then he even made her walk along the beach topless with her tennis ball filled socks out just to prove a point.

And don’t even get me started on the man who is losing his kids in the divorce and was spending his last holiday with them. Seeing him sitting in the ocean with his baby while watching his other kids swim was truly heartbreaking.

Possibly his selfish wife was boozing it up at the bar, but I doubt it.

And as for those 2 homosexuals secretly taking photos and discussing blog ideas on their day-bed? Well you guessed it. They are 2 homosexuals secretly taking photos and discussing blog ideas on their day-bed?

We’re watching you…. *insert evil laugh here*

Lucy - I am glad you are  having so much fun.
Firstly I hope those "Dropped Pie" men don't read the blog.. or you'd better have your running shoes handy.
As for the tennis ball boobies, I think the correct term is "Rocks in Socks" & you're right, Bastard!

Now for the man with the kids. I think his wife told him she needed the toilet & is definitely at the bar boozing. I bet she returns an hour later, a little hammered, all the while stating how the Bali Belly has taken hold & she needs to sit inside (near the bar).

As I always say, never let a good story get in the way of the truth!!! I wonder what poor Bastard will be the focus of your next Bali stalking story. Look out holiday makers. The gays are watching.

Andrew - P.S - Let's not even think about what people say about us when we get together.... Something alongs the lines of "Look at those 2 fuck-wits carrying on...."

Lucy - Touche !