Like a red rag to a bull seal

These three party-pooping lifeguards thought they were going to prevent me from having some maritime craic with my mate the bull seal. 

I cast them a condescending glance, hopped onto the parapet, soared into the battleship grey air and entered the battleship grey sea straight as an arrow. 

Then the bull seal pounced on my wet salty fluffy arse. 


I did not ignore the lifeguards, did not give them a condescending glance. I consulted with them. The sea was lively but not dangerous. They had no objection to my going in for a few dives. I just could tell that they'd be in no hurry to remove their windbreakers and jump in if I got into trouble. 
Fair enough!