Back from holidays. Wife had a great time and it took her mind off the grief she is going through over her parents.
I kept thinking about my hi-fi as I had moved the speakers by a millimetre the day before we went on holiday amd I was convinced that it was now even better…
Had a mild argument with a couple of air-stewardesses about the U.K. allowance for alcohol coming back to the U.K. for international travel. Finally resolved when I produced the airlines documentation that clearly stated that it is now 4 litres of spirits each…
Saw a couple of ace films on the flights. Will report on them as I remember them.
We flew back on the new Virgin jet, ’Ruby Rebel.’ We flew business class (whatever it’s called, one down from First) comfy seats, more arse room, and better video screens. Real cutlery! but food was still rank… made up for it by drinking a huge amount.
Holiday was pleasant. Lots of swimming, turtles in the sea at Dover beach, Barbados. Green parrots squawking, whistling frogs and bonkers cockerels all making sweet music at 04:00 hrs….
Bizarre that the cricket something was happening as there were intermittent groups of Australians/Indians etc. staying at our hotel. The Australians were by far the most obvious. Such a happy troop. We avoided all that business as we both dislike cricket - even though The Wife has family connections to England cricket and her bro/Dad blah blah Lords or something.
We did (yet another) boat trip. I love that wall of tropical fish that surrounds you when snorkelling. Saw a ray, sergeant major fish, puffer blah blah - enjoyed the catamaran with the sails up and I sat at the prow, gripping the handrails, tanking along up/down the West coast.
we avoid the very busy boat trips, too much like a disco than a boat trip and too many people.
I struggle to read books post brain injury but did manage a book called ‘Hellraisers’ by Robert Sellers
Oliver Reed looks exactly like my (now deceased) Uncle Tom, and Tom could drink like a fish too - highly recommended book if you want a light read about famous people drinking huge amounts and killing themselves, albeit slowly.
Richard Burton/Liz Taylor I particularly like in The Taming of the Shrew and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? which felt like the films were written for the couple.
Peter O’Toole and Richard Harris also feature - but Burton & Reed were the blokes who fascinated me.
As usual, I got bitten by the invisible midges. Despite copious Jungle Formula and other precautions, the little shits bit my hands, feet and legs. As usual The Wife wasn’t affected by the insects.
The bites turn into what appear to be cigarette burns for a couple of weeks. No amount of antihistamines make any difference. At least I wasn’t bitten on the face or neck. I resisted scratching the bites as well, which just makes matters worse.
We are finished with Barbados now - we have been several times over 20 years and we are going to find somewhere closer and cooler for holidays.