Sometimes you can hear tiny men eating corn near the sea shore. It is a pleasant sound and just typing this is giving me a real sense of joy.
There is nothing like a full grown man stripped down to nothing but some panty hose snacking on some sweet buttery corn.
Now you might be thinking, 'ok Kai, interesting, so you're a freak?'
And to that I say, 'do no judge me until you have seen the spectacle for yourself.' I can almost guarantee that you'll be an instant convert like I was.
I first saw it when I was walking back from the pub with my entourage. There was a cool mist over the street and the sun was just rising above the surf.
We'd been up all night partying and behaving like brave young men.
So we walked along the boardwalk all awesome-like and just so happened to come across a patch of beach with 2 shirtless men sat on towels.
They were facing the rising sun and appeared to be meditating. My friend Tic-Tac hollered out at them.
"Oy lads, won't your mothers be expecting you for brunch?!"
We rolled around on the boardwalk in hysterics for a few minutes at this great joke, when suddenly a crunch like a broken bone split the air. We looked up and witnessed a most heavenly sight.
One of the men had walked over to a fire pit and grabbed a tin foiled parcel from atop the coals. He opened it and held up what appeared to be a corn on the cob to the sunlight.
We moaned in awe. The man suddenly took a bite of the corn and that was the last thing I remember.
The sound of the crashing waves, the rising sun, and that sweet corn smell was all just too much for me to handle.