THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD !
The trails and tribulations of a dodgy duo!
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Paul had woken intent on exploring Chennai, one of India’s major metropolises. The Detroit of the sub-continent at it is often nicknamed. A settlement which had existed for over two thousand years. He felt enthused and ready for an adventure, he hoped it was the medication kicking in at last. Either that or he was…
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One early morning on a scruffy golden beach in the west of Sri Lanka I stood with a small boy who flew a kite made from bin bags. I had felt rubbish for a long while, but whilst standing with him and his piece of sky trash I felt uplifted. Higher than a kite. Tearful. …
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Paul had never tanned effectively. Even after five weeks on a tropical island he still resembled an Irish teenager who’d just about finished cross country. Flushed and sweaty. He just didn’t have the melanin. But he’d never learn. Even this time he’d basted himself in factor 30 and roasted neath a sun on…
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Paul sat bolt upright neath the mosquito net. Something had been scratching right next to his ear. And it wasn’t Andrew. He thought he could hear rodent breathing as he hunched up on the bed drawing his knees towards him for safety. He kept dead still and silent. In between Andrew’s snores Paul could hear…
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The small French girl was practically torturing a white cat as it lay attempting to sleep through the torpid afternoon. Nobody took any notice as it was far too hot. It seemed that there was not enough air for everyone to breathe. One dare not make too much movement so as not to use up…
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The room was bleak. An infested looking mattress lay on the floor, paint flaked from the walls, there was no furniture to speak of and an atmosphere of pure filth hung around the place. It was the type of establishment in which one would keep a hostage. More ‘Gaza suite’ than ‘Plaza suite’ Paul had…
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Paul sat in the small beach front shack in southern Goa and gazed through its rustic frame towards the horizon. The sea was placid for once, much like his mind, as the onshore breeze helped to keep his more turbulent thoughts at bay. He and Andrew were finally back in the bosom of Mother India.…
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Since the age of ten Paul had lived his life as if he were in Dallas. Or rather – On Dallas! And he ‘d still never even been anywhere near the darn place. Except on BBC 1. in the early 80s. His childhood ‘dream’ was wishing ‘Jim’ would fix it for him to be on…
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Was it egotistical to write of one’s own experiences? What else was there to write about? Even if an author took on the feelings of others or wrote fictionally about characters they’d invented it was still through the prism of their own imagination. A biography was still seen through the writer’s lense. What to include.…
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Java had been a blast. A visceral assault on the senses that had inspired Paul to erupt with a molten flow of verbose lava most of which he deemed unpublishable. It was far too volcanic. He’d reached into his core and discovered more than enough explosive material to fuel a tectonic trilogy. But he wasn’t…
THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD ! 