Another One!

Knew that couldn't be it.
Realise that in my original 8, when tagged to do this last June, I had mentioned the road accidents. And then I bring them up again. Durr, obsessed or what.

Anyway, instead of the repeat of the road accidents, what I meant to say is:

We were bombed on the beach once, my beloved and me. Well, not us, exactly. Or at all. Our presence was purely incidental. A load of lesbians down the other end were the target. This was on Lesbos and the poor lesbians were bombed, which seems a bit of a cheek. We up on the straight bit merely got boomed a bit and felt all juddery through our towels, and surprised, and then tromped off to get another glass of wine and rolled over and scowled at the ghastly family nearby letting their kids kick sand at everyone.