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 ›
Counter-Strike
“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 ›
Colour me blue
Suffering for one’s art is a cross that all of us underwater photographers learn to bear. I say “us”, because while my talents in this field have never been properly recognised, I’ve more than paid my dues in terms of… Read More ›
