THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD !
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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 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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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…
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Paul and Andrew had eventually found each other in a tatty room, in an old wooden house, in an equally tumbledown town deep in the south of Thailand. Their re-connection had been as ordinary as the abode they were renting, but Paul knew that was often the case with couples who’d been together as long…
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Paul alighted the train in southern Thailand and stepped into the coal black night. The heat was still fierce despite the late hour and he struggled with his rucksack across the tracks slipping unsurely on the rocky ballast beneath. There was nobody else and more importantly no platform in sight. He made his way back…
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Lamphu House lay secreted down a hot, concrete, flip-flop clad alley. If one didn’t have a map it might never be found. It was what might be termed as old school. A hippy hideaway in the centre of Bangkok without the hip prices. The place was certainly authentic. The cackling of the girls and…
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They didn’t quite know how but once The Boys had hit the high life and were living it up on the nineteenth floor of their condominium, they were laid quite low! Two horribly ill homos in an undersized condo! T’was not a pretty sight. Paul and Andrew found it sickening. It could have been the mystery…
THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD ! 