Treasures of the deep
Diving with a mask and flippers on holiday in my younger years I found much money on the sea bed, dropped by holiday makers who like to use those water tight money holders that you can always buy from any old shop on the sea front.

However, on a more exciting note, I'm bobbing along the sea bed about 10 feet down one day off a very nice beach on Majorca when I come across an octopus under a rock.

Quite a big octopus as it turns out.

Quite a big pissed off octopus as it turns out (he was sandy in colour, I move his rock for a better look, he turns red).

Turns out that he's a very big pissed off octopus and I can't breath underwater .... I can see in his eyes he knows this.

At this point I have a picture of Terry Nutkins telling me in his calming way that "This wonderful specimen of natural evolution will be more scared of me than I am of it."

Bollocks, he went straight for my me, flapping around and try to squirt ink in every bloody direction.

So I shot it with my spear gun and ended up about £15 better off after selling the bastard to the local fish restaurant.

My Mum and Dad also enjoy treasures of the deep as it turns out that they ate it.
(Tim K, Thu 7 Jul 2005, 13:41, Reply)