I'd bring my bagpipes, a couple of years with nothing else to do and I'd be playing much better than I am at the mo.
If I could bring someone it would be that Bear Grylls (sp) guy.
My private helicopter to escape the sharks and sharp reef
A crate of alcohol to enjoy before I take flight
Thats nasty. I would only have one cos I'd be drivin!
What would I bring? My guitar, no question.
Are you sure Bear Grylls is the man you want on this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuB3kr3ckYE&feature=related
The first one isn't too bad but oh boy the second one well...Yeck
Cans of Beamish €7.50!
What would I bring? My guitar, no question.
Just thought I'd send ye a progress report on my first day on S.L.F.'s island.
When I arrived, I couldn't find the copy of Dublin's Greatest Sporting Achievements which S.L.F. said he'd leave for me. I wonder why? He probably knows I don't read fiction, anyway.Wasn't I delighted that I'd smuggled in copies of the Evening Echo and the Southern Star when S.L.F. wasn't monitoring the situation.
The shaft of the sand wedge was beyond repair (after S.L.F.'s buddy had "accidently" broken it but I found Ancutza's fishing rod and it doubled very well as a new shaft. A bit whippy at first but fine now that I'm used to it. (And Anctuza, I'm delighted you're not a Dub like S.L.F! You've gone away up in my estimation.)
Not having a golf ball isn't a problem either. I stumbled upon a large pile of hardened droppings of the rare Roundy Poundy Bird (a Pacific Island bird, famous for the perfect roundness of its aforementioned droppings), and I was away for slate. The balls perform more like Dunlop titaniums than Pro V1's, however, and would definitely be more suited to putting on slow greens!
As S.L.F. had promised, the basic necessities are here but, what he didn't tell me is that, because I'm the only person on the Island, everything comes from vending machines. And I can't get over the prices! Mars bars €4! Taytos €3! Cans of Beamish €7.50! Crab meat flavoured Bounty Bars €6! Where is Smashbox when I need her?
No sign of MOB's woman yet (with the rest of the golf clubs) and I'm continuing to look for Caveat's guitar. I'm having problems trying to nod off tonight and, if I could find the guitar, maybe I could sing myself to sleep.
The reason I can't sleep is that my conscience is picking me because.......well......I think this might be cheating.......... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBzVroza2co .......................................
Me too(plenty of time to practice) and my surf board.
You can't bring clothes and a surf board and a guitar.
Fair enough, be warned there is a naked surfing guitar playing hippie on the island
Rule number 1 of being stranded on a desert Island is that you have, at the very least, a football called Wilson . . . Tom Hanks thought me that . . .
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