Bending the truth a little is an important part of diving culture. As far as I can see there’s very little point in doing a dive if, at the end of it, the only entry in the logbook is, “Got… Read More ›
Counter-Strike
“No” fear!
I’ve always held the word ‘No’ in high regard. Apart from its structural simplicity it’s always stood by me like a good friend when I’ve considered myself at risk in the face of questions like, “Was it you who put… Read More ›
Minding your P’s ‘n’ Q’s
None of the Training Agencies seem to deal effectively with the peculiarities of diving etiquette or how to handle socially awkward moments. As far as they’re concerned they’ve done their duty in teaching the social niceties by tagging entry-level courses… Read More ›
“Whither goest thou?”
Some people are blessed with the gift of always knowing exactly where they are in relation to anywhere else. Like migrating birds they have the uncanny ability to find their way from point A to point B without the need… Read More ›
“The wongs of a dive …”
Everyone who’s been privileged to hear me sing – usually after I’ve had several pints of Old Cobblers in the front bar of The Sozzled Cod – claims disbelief when I tell them that, as a young sprog, I was… Read More ›
A Lesson in Lunacy
I always enjoyed reading the, ‘I-Learned-About-Diving-From-That’ articles that once appeared in the pages of diving magazines: dramatic tales of being caught in the “invisible death grip” of a down current; becoming trapped inside the compartment of a wreck; being left… Read More ›
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