I'M OUT AT SEA, IN A KAYAK.

A few months back, I was in a meeting at work and my dad called my desk phone to speak to me. Unable to get through, he left a message with my colleague saying 'NO NEED TO CALL BACK, TELL HER I AM OUT AT SEA. IN A KAYAK.'

Today I bought a waterproof jacket because I will soon actually be out at sea in a kayak, right here. Doesn't it look pretty super-amazing?

A few years ago, on a family holiday in southwest WA, my dad went for an early-morning bike ride and came back and reported, full of vitriol, that he'd just seen 'some YUPPIES down the street, sipping their CAFE LATTES and reading their VOGUE MAGAZINES. And I thought to meself: now that's no way to have a holiday!'

Needless to say, my idea of a good time and my dad's don't necessarily align. But I am confident he will look forward to hearing about this particular adventure. 

I'll be kayaking with some colleagues who are also attending PLAIN 2011. If there is some sort of horrible accident, let it be known that the plain language world will be poorer for it.