THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD !
The trails and tribulations of a dodgy duo!
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Paul and Andrew had arrived in a country to which they had never been before, a paradisical place which made them both feel they didn’t want to leave. Her beauty and culture held them spellbound. Her nature kept them entranced. But most of all it was her people which kept them prisoner. The Lola Boys…
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The Lola Boys said farewell to Negombo with heavy hearts – and even heavier heads. They had certainly made some new friends via Andy, an old mate who had once booked them for a few gigs in Gibraltar. He had got them acquainted to locals of every kind. Wineshops, women and song. A marvellous part…
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Our first trip to Sri Lanka is already proving to be just that!
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Paul was still waiting to be pricked for a second time, not a situation he found himself in that often, but he knew until the pop up vaccination unit came again he was not safe. Not entirely. The damned ‘Delta’ variant had truly burst it’s banks and in Brighton there was a veritable flood of…
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The infamous Bay Of Biscay, which was so often a turbulent grey soup, turned out to be a placid aquamarine mill pond. As blue as the Carribean sea and with an air temperature to match. On deck of the Brittany ferry Galicia, Paul looked towards the picturesque and ever diminishing port of Santander and wiped…
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Paul sat in the verdant garden of an old Cantabrian house which had obviously been transformed into a knocking shop for middle ranking coppers and dodgy MPs. As he watched Andrew smoke a cigarette he took a long, deep breath. In. Pause. And then out. Just as he’d read how to do in the…
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You’ve still got the passports haven’t you?’ Andrew asked Paul, who was currently pushing their twenty year old Ford Focus to breaking point on the A66 somewhere in the middle of Extramadura; somewhere in the middle of Spain. ‘You had them last’ Paul retorted brusquely, already pissed off he’d done all the driving for the…
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It had been months since Barbra the boa had last enjoyed a night out. In fact she hadn’t been given an airing from her carrier bag for months. The conditions were hot and moist, she longed to feel the sea breeze finesse her feathers in the manner to which she had become accustomed. To shed…
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Paul swiped away the decrepit hand at 6 ‘0 Clock and profered his nearest elbow towards the superannuated cheek at just past 9pm. This nifty manouourvre was needed in order to deflect another amorous octogenarian who had decided to lunge, lip first, towards his unmasked ‘eek. He needed no kissing. Not from any demographic. He…
THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD ! 