The return of Leeway

Have a glass of wine, a bright prowled between bodies, Annabel (Croft) and I, slipped through the crowds. ‘Sid(large) and Eddie(little)!’, ‘Hello Annabel’, ‘Chilly what’, tents wobbled in the breeze. Trappers finger spray (for man and dog), with internal warming element. I sprayed her chest, vapour phosphorized. Flung my arms open ‘Sid!’, ‘ah the techno-shaman, who writes me up in his blog’, ‘Sid?’….and Mrs Sidney…I say….Centinel (Philedelphia blode) joy’. Annabel turned ‘behold’, gazed round, brown lady stripping in the launderette, glanced round, dropped her clothes in the drier, looked at her watch, click, switch, bent, Annabel shrivelled ‘Ahhhhh, no’, ‘Gracious’, up again, I smiled and then if by magic her twin arrived, the same, next door, distinction a distinct bikini line, ‘crypes, father’, ‘oh…ho….my thought…. An Indian temple, moslems bathe in soapy water, Hindus in oil(dub), as their worldly lives require a leeway. Mrs Nanar owned the sittingroom carpet walked nude, nobody minded, ‘strictly no’, could be heard at other times, we could be banned.’ Sid stood, we all walked to the rostrum, foldable cloth chairs, Mr Stomph stood, ‘Welcome to Cornwalls first black naturist beach, for boys vimen, and elder gentlemen’, Mr Stomphs speechMr Stompph smartly sat, ‘no,no, no,’, the rows behind collapsed, he stood, so did Sid(little), ‘get up of the flowers would you’I approached the rostrumOf course, to be honest my experience‘My mate Eddies nudist club, Eddies house split, boys in one, ladies in the other. One from each, new members first, came across, disrobed, prizes (prettiest, fastest, biggest etc), showered skipped down the path under the cctvs, TFTs, party poppers, tell th truth, in the bungalow clubhouse, rising to the back a poly-tunnel, at the far end, heated, recycling fan, and barbeque. Drapes on the ceiling to save energy.Silence fell, children stared at the stand, could nobody see Melinda Messenger naked on a dune of sherbert.‘Whats the reason for the pheasant, Sid?’‘I am keeping him wartm, for the Queens balcony’, ‘ahh the workers march’, ‘more on the gate than last year’, ‘the clamber of steel, protestation, mandiarge, brilliant, I bet they’ll be a rough lot, good exercise….and nanny the goat’‘the fudge tent’The pheasant pub to exist in a BIOME. I stood gob-smacked. ‘It’ll jack up….5 miles to fetch a drink, christophers standing for the monster raving looneys’. Christopher appeared. ‘Congratulations, Bravo, Sids told us about the BIOME’, ‘I’d rather it was moved to South Cottishal’,, Centinel, ‘Heavens, I couldn’t top up my tan’, ‘A pity the girls weren’t here…we’d like the BIOME in Germany, Mrs Stomph llike a pepperoni……Shorts Annabel brill’, ‘Yep panel for my bum, two for my legs for Badminton….. Cloe, Cloe,(Ashcroft), ‘Hello Techno-Shaman’, I hadn’t noticed the brown bodies all around, shortly after the BBC sent me to a psychoanalyst.