THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD !
The trails and tribulations of a dodgy duo!
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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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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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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 stood in the middle of the rice paddy in Ubud, an overly touristic, yet beautiful town in Bali. Her pavements were as cracked and decrepit as the numerous temples which studded the craggy urbanisation. Ancient jewels gleaming amongst the tacky souvenir shops. Gigantic poles of palm and bamboo, known as Panjur, decorated with fruits…
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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…
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Paul had played the end of the pier before but had never stayed on one – so he and Andrew’s sojourn on a dilapidated jetty in the rather gaudy Thai Gulf town of Hua Hin was to be a premiere occasion. Andrew had obviously worked a pier or two too. Professionally as well! He’d had…
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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…
THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD ! 