Had cronic gastro this weekend. Have to say the warm feeling of poo feeling up your wetsuit shorts, ain't quit as nice a having a pee. The funniest thing happened, I swear fish were following me, the ultimate burley. I have never seen so many big fish, strange but true.
Perhaps I should fly Gastra an change the letters a bit to warn fellow kiters.
Could use this method to clear the way "Caddyshack style" at Stkilda throwing pollywoffles out before a sess.