All his life Geoffrey wanted to meet and fall in love with a Mermaid. As a small child he was drawn to the legend that if one should kiss a Mermaid then she would become whole. And so it was that for as long as he could remember he dreamed, wrote sonnets and bored his friends shitless talking about Mermaids.
So then, when on a wild autumnal morning good fortune smiled and he did eventually stumble across one, the only thought in his head was, ‘My God no; this is so wrong!’ He stopped dead in his tracks and thought this thing through some more. You see, Geoffrey had always supposed – on the basis of the pictures in his childhood books – that the top half would be ‘all woman’ not, as appeared to be the case here, ‘all fish.’ His train of thought now racing at a pace of knots he pondered over the point, ‘Should I kiss her?’ After a good deal of dithering he eventually decided that a ‘kiss’ may not be sound idea. In all likelihood he reasoned, ‘I might end up with a bloody great fish!’ Obviously, with romance in mind, that would never do. Geoffrey trudged off home a disappointed man.
Later that day, down the pub, his Australian mate Nobby pointed out that, ‘Whichever way you look at it mate, you got it right when you said, ‘Wrong!’
Shirley backed herself to win this one and has told me that this is too long to have the right to be called a ‘caption!’