Gone Fishing
Rocker's gone diving!
He decided to get his Open Water Diving qualification while he is here, which is a brilliant idea purely because of the cost and also the surroundings. Things aren't quite the same off the coast of Bexhill-on-Sea, or even Brighton.
So the next three days or so will be just me, hanging, chilling, marching to the beat of my own drum. Which is cool, 'cos I think I'm pretty good company for myself.
Some new people arrived and it always annoys me when they ask, "Is this it?". Well, yeah what more do you need? This is paradise, baby - you don't need another bar, surely?
For the next three days then I will fuel my own fantasy about being a young contemporary novelist here on the island to work on my second novel (the first having been an instant success and winner of many edgy awards).
I will wear an orchid in my hair and live in my sarong (not an exaggeration). I will sneer inwardly at the tourists as they come and go, for I am not a tourist, I am an honorary local.
It's my fantasy, I'd be ridiculous if I want to...
3 comments:
Sounds like bliss! God I'm so jealous, I might go and sit by the Mersey and eat chips! x
Sounds lovely to me! Go now and get thee an orchid.
Then email me anything you manage to write.
Chica - there's nowt wrong with the Mersey, I've never been but they don't write songs about just any river, do they?
Ooh, can I pinch a chip please?
H - I promise to get an Orchid! Oh and the writing is winging it's way to you as we speak. Warning: it's crap.
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