Ah, it is a wonderful place that is free from women, here are my private beach, only men
have permission to come, and come indeed they do in droves, in bucket loads, and why, for
it is a place where women are banned, and so they should, for they are truly terrible
dreadful creatures, all day walking around, talking, nagging on their mobile phones, and
then calling the next friend to tell her the same story.
And such mundane conversations are overheard, it really interrupts the enjoyment one has
of life, to overhear a dull conversation, it is far better to overhear a conversation
of quality, and of character, and of class, and of interest, and you'll find that here
at my private beach cabana, yes, not a pram to be seen anywhere in sight, no wags, wives
and girlfriends are allowed, this is a men's only club, it makes one miss the days when
it was only men who were allowed to vote, I don't know why they gave women the vote,
you should listen to my lovely wife as she whitters on, and it makes you wonder whether
or not her vote has been made in vain, that it has been cast adrift into the sea, wasted,
wasted on her pretty but empty head, I long to spend the rest of my days in my private
men's only beach cabana, if I can make it happen then I shall do so, and I shall open
an entire beach, just for fellas, we have needs too, and one of those needs is to be
leading a life free from women, a space where only men are allowed to thrive, yes, I long
to thrive.
