Going on holiday in a little over a week, woo. I’m going to Lanzarote for a week. Don’t ask me where it is; I have no idea. All I know is that it’s a long way from here and it’ll be fun to get away from it all. I’ve never really been on a holiday before. I went to Germany on an exchange trip when I was 14 or so, but that doesn’t count, cos a: it was rubbish, and b: it was Germany, which doesn’t count
Now…I’d like to make clear that this holiday is not, repeat *not*, going to be one of those laddish holidays of the sort you might see on Club Reps, or whatever. (I don’t watch them…) I’m just going to go away to relax, have a round or two of golf, and forget about life for a while. I daresay I might get dragged out once or twice for a bit derring-do, but I’ll only be going on sufference! (incidentally, whenever I write or say the phrase “derring-do”, I always pronounce it Life of Brian-stylee, with a lack of proper r’s. I don’t know why this is.)
I doubt very much that I shall be writing anything here whilst I am away, but I may be forced to put up a photo of me in shorts and a silly floppy hat. Although the sight of my milky white legs might make most people want to go and lie down for while. In horror, not in any sort of fit of desire. Obviously.
Going to bed now. It’s late. Byebye.