Families…in Bali. I have been watching a family of new arrivals today, clearly a bunch of misanthropes – there would be many a Doctoral Thesis available from these guys for Psychology students. They never seem to talk to each other! At breakfast all five sat in silence while scrolling their phones – I did notContinue reading “Another silly smartphone story.”
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Paloma bar, Sanur, Bali
Watching the Dancing Queen and the Daydream Believer. Lovely ladies passing in the night. I cant believe the Daydream Believer is 41 with a teenage son. She looks about twenty! Then again, in my travels I have noticed that Asian women seem to age very slowly until they have a year when they go fromContinue reading “Paloma bar, Sanur, Bali”
I dont to talk about it
Same band playing same songs. Paloma Bar. They played I don’t want to talk about it. Rod Stewart did a great version live with Amy Bell. It set me back again. How many broken hearts in this world? Jane, Diana, Louise, Sara, Aisha, Nurgul, Irada, Lala, Daisy Daisy, Tasha, Anna, Ramilla… and mine. It oftenContinue reading “I dont to talk about it”
Angie and the floppy disc.
More recollections; why do the evenings in Bali make me reminisce? I am back at the Paloma bar and the act are playing the classic Rolling Stones song Angie. A flood of memories. Only 16 and just moved into the sixth form and stated going to the pub, not that it was legal. I thinkContinue reading “Angie and the floppy disc.”
Moping
19th July. Today I am totally lacking inspiration in terms of writing. By which I mean getting to my laptop to work on the three WIPs; Fairy Hanny and the Knights in White Satin – the fourth adventure of the crazy Fairy St, Nedds – the life of Physics teacher Dr. BQ and his shenanigansContinue reading “Moping”
Holiday poem – August 2005.
There was a young girl called Gaynor Finnegan, She went walking in Arguineguin, Paul came out and pulled her in again, Same old timeshare spin again, begin again?
Scratchy Leathers. Things we can wear at home; “I’ll tell you what to wear!” She said: My dread. Déjà vu in French – Morocco. Did you know we travelled on the Marrakech Express? Slowly – lentement Pierre; Cramped corridor reality. “Don’t go to the cludgy on here!” Slowly – lentement. Driving south – just aContinue reading
Chapter n + 1
More talking “So there must be lots of these Spyders by now,” said Steve. “I heard that Spyders breed like rabbits!” “That can’t possibly be true,” said Greg. “Rabbits are mammals so therefore the young are carried internally by the mother until birth. They then have to be weaned and fed milk from the mammaryContinue reading “Chapter n + 1”
Chapter 20
A far-out night in Far – That what must it be! Escape from Wails was complete. It was clear to Peter that Both contained some painful memories for Hanny; she had denied him amongst her oldest friends. He knew at this point in the narrative that he was madly in love with that fairy ofContinue reading “Chapter 20”
Chapter 19
A Bridge to Far. Climbing slowly upwards from the Vale of Glam Organ (where lived a girl of some renown) the party followed the old Roaming Road toward the bridge over troubled waters. Offal’s ravine was at its narrowest at this point due to him having a bit of a hangover on the day heContinue reading “Chapter 19”
