Well, the holiday is drawing to a close and the chances are that after starting this post from our hotel room on Thursday evening, I will probably finish it on the flight home and publish it when back in Blighty.
Since my last post the 'Little Britain' family has gone but there have been some impressive cameo appearances from a Dutch couple next door who spent one evening fornicating the hotel to it's foundations and a South African guy who ...
Well, after a few days we are now well settled in the unique surroundings of the Dom Jose Beach Hotel, in Quateira, Portugal.
I say unique, as it is a little bit like Little Britain goes abroad with a host of odd types, including, a family with their mother who keeps speeding off on he wrong side of the road on a mobility scooter, a family from Belfast beset with internal disputes, an elderly man who keeps wetting himself and shouting at ...
Well, we have arrived at our destination without alarm, whilst not really knowing what to expect, such was the hurry with the booking.
After an arduous couple of hours with sun seeking casual racists at Gatwick's Flying Horse pub, our flight was a relatively peaceful one. We were sat next to a guy who was on his friend's stag weekend, but only just, after he left his passport on a train at Sevenoaks and had to summons his wife to pick it up ...
I went in to uncharted territory last week and booked a holiday for my youngest son, Harry and I. Don't get me wrong, I've had holidays before, quite a few of them actually, but I have never booked one before because if there is one thing I am good at, it is totally avoiding all responsibility.
You may chortle to yourselves but I bet all, or most of you men out there who live with a woman, generally avoid booking holidays and let them get on ...
I stayed up late on Tuesday night to watch the England Women take on and eventually beat Norway at the Women's World Cup in Canada. I would like to say that this was an act of right-on feminism of a man steeped in post-modern culture but the truth is, there was not much else on and it has to be said that I am the type of guy who, if England were competing in the World Tiddlywinks Cup, I would be pacing the room saying "GET IT IN THE BLOODY POT ...
