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Imagine the scene.



After a hard day of diving all retired to the smoking

room to relax (smoking barbecue in the yard). Much

alcohol and merriment ensured for the next two or three

hours. At some point during the evening a dive was

mentioned. At first it was a joke, but slowly as the level of

alcohol increased the idea of a night dive sounded very

appealing. As the evening wore into night the idea grew too

fantastic to refuse. Out of the twelve or so present there were

enough brave volunteers to make three buddy pairs. All the

others who declined the chance to dive were more than eager

to help the ones who were kit up. After a chaotic twenty or

so minutes of kitting up all were ready to enter the water.

Much laughter and enjoyment was made during the descent

down the path and the three hardy pairs of divers entered

the water. All was calm for a good thirty seconds when

all hell broke loose. I've got no air shouts Pete much to

everyone's amusement. That's one pair out straight away.

The second pair head straight out into the middle of the

harbour and disappear. The third pair fall out over who

was going to hold the one torch and abandon the dive in

disgust. Within one minute there was one lost pair and

two abandoned dives.

Who said alcohol and diving do not mix?





taz.