He’s in another diving group doing his open water PADI. He’s massive. He’s got wavy black hair, a moustache and a funny, chin-beard. He seems familiar. An Italian look. Pavarotti. Continue reading
Skip off your bicycles and leave them by the shore on this tiny, white-sand island. Enter the warm water. The dead, stony, coral beneath your feet is sharp. Painful. Tread carefully. Reach a slightly deeper area where you can swim. Slip on the mask and stick your face down to see what’s happening. Crikey. Continue reading
And when I’m watchin the news,
and my daughter walks in,
And choose to ask,
“Why were all those people on the floor
sleepin’, covered in red?”
I told her that they were lookin’ for God, but found religion instead.
De La Soul (feat. Cee-Lo)
AOI Bionix (2001)
What phrase have I re-spurted over and over, most incessantly and Tourette-like, over the last two months? It’s a toss up. It’s either, ‘Radiantly Alive’, the centre where Collette has been bending and meditating religiously in Ubud. Or it’s ‘Gado-gado’. Continue reading
September 23rd-28th 2018.
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The wonderful Collette Davis ( www.colyoga.com and @thematmovement ) and yours truly will be hosting another yoga retreat at our favourite Ibizan-villa-in-a-pine-forest in September 2018. We’ll be getting ninja on some yogic and culinary treats, nicked from Asia during our travels. 4.3 billion people can’t be wrong can they? Pow! Continue reading
Kids get older. Best friends propose. Families fight. Aunties behave appallingly. Opportunities to unite and grow are quashed by a familiar unwillingness to try. Some things missed in nine months away from home. Continue reading
Bob up through the clear, azure waters to a baked white shore. A desire to relax and explore. Here, any possible problem you might encounter has been embraced as an opportunity to impress. Adi and Sopian meet you by the boat and take the short walk to your new world. Check in. Jump on the well-maintained bicycles with your snorkel in the basket. Head to the beach. All is ready for you. Continue reading
Phwoar. Equatorial and sweaty. Decorative taxi-horse-equator-Santas jingle past. Meeting new people is a drag today. Let’s get on a sun-lounger by this ridiculous, perfect, lapping, blue ocean and wait for the world to reveal itself. If we must.
A ray of sunshine. We bump into Putu and rent a scooter. IRP 7.5m for the month. £43. Less than £1.50 per day. We ask about first, we know what we should pay and we aren’t ready to be ripped off. He wants more but we’re clued up. Continue reading
When the manager of a rough, local, Sunday League football team dies, a repressed vicar steps into his boots and begins a journey to reclaim his joy in life.
Set in the imaginary story world of Netherton, Vicar Robert is a hunky but repressed, mid-30’s vicar in charge of Netherton St. Chad’s. Struggling with his back-story of loss, Vicar Robert delivers a boring funeral for Ronny, Manager of The Ship F.C. At the funeral Continue reading