Deep in the bowels

In a low voice  deep in bowels of trawler berthed in Newlyn harbour ..my drinking companions were three displaced scandavians and  a barely alive porpoise …I began to explain how I went from, an up coming fashion designer with a corncern for road safety  to,  deep in the bowels of an unregistered trawler in the Cornish fishing port of Newlyn …we had all chipped in for 3 ltrs of toilet duck and several packets of doritos to dull the bite of the blue disinfectant ….the porpoise obviously was not offered either tbe doritos or toilet duck ….I began with a brief mention of my liberal education in the fashionable arts before moving on to my internment in a high security prison in the suburbs of Prague…the combination of us choking on the cocktail of cornsnacks and industrial  cleamer meant that the crew of nearby kentucky fried chicken had alerted the much reduced fire service tje result of which was the trawler was quarantined indefinitely  giving me time to expand what was originally going to be a preamble to wager as to who would be the first to poo blue ….

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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