Drink Diving


On Sunday afternoons in the late 70’s I would find myself sat on a plastic chair staring at the bubbles in my drink. As a kid I spend 3 years in Bangladesh drinking fizzy drinks instead of water. I was alway hot, always sweating, always thirsty and sometimes in a near hypnotic state by just staring at the bubbles collecting under the ice. Combine this with a love of Frogmen and deep sea adventures and you might just get an idea of what went on in my head.