Morning all, nice slow start to the day again, lay out in the sun for a little while and read some more of FOXTROT OSCAR. It’s getting pretty good but I don’t entirely agree with how coppers in the ‘70s managed to treat everyone so badly.(Today saw me finish my first book. It was Tony Hawks’ ‘A Piano In The Pyrenees.’ It’s ok, not as good as ‘Playing The Moldovans…’ I’ll read more books soon, don’t worry.)
I drove Anna to the post office and we sent off Pam and Mike’s Ruby Anniversary Card.
Goldy and I went up to the supermarket and bought LOADS of tasty food for a barbeque this evening (more on this later). Amongst the purchases, fresh cherries and also vine leaves! WOOT!
(I got up late, and didn’t go to the shops. I did however do this ->) We are heading off to the Tombs Of the Kings shortly, didn’t manage to get there last time so am looking forward to it a lot!
Rich and Laura are staying by the pool today to rest up. I hope that when we get back the house will be tidy and food will be on the go! Hehe! We were going to go on the trip, but to be honest, by the time they were leaving to go, we’d made ourselves very comfortable by the side of the pool, and to be frank, we couldn’t be bothered moving. But a very nice afternoon was spent lounging and then in the pool. Richard is trying to teach me how to dive and hold my breath underwater and stuff, and by the end of the day I was quite impressed that I could now do tumble turns. Not very gracefully at all I may add, but I could do them nonetheless.
Later: The house was not tidy, Rich has burned his back quite a bit and Laura now knows how to do rolly polies in the swimming pool! The food would have been on the go if they hadn’t got back so early and then Andy insisted he was having fun making kebabs.Tombs of the Kings, well, important, wealthy Cypriots, really nice ruins, good to walk around, not a great deal of information on the site but cool all the same. I got some great photos as well. (That sounds about right. Nothing more to see here, move on.)
There was a bat asleep in one of the caves, long with rather a lot of nesting pigeons! Got some lovely shots of his little sleepy face. Hooray!
The barbeque was ace, home made burgers with onion and red pepper, chicken, pork, red onion and green pepper shish with loads of salad. Did very well there!
Goldy went off to find an internet café today so that he could work out how to cheat at Zelda on the DS. In doing so he stumbled upon a bar called “The Full Moon”. This bar did Karaoke from 10pm till 1am… So, so did we!
Upon arrival Anna looked very distressed. She was very pissed off at having to spend the evening with the typical ‘Brits Abroad’ types, red faces, tattoos and common as muck… Two bottles of wine and she was singing her heart out. The sound in the place was top and the selection of tunes was pretty cool too. The other thing that stuck me was that no one sang “I WILL SURVIVE” or “Bo-rap”… because if they did, I would have to kill them. I think everyone that sang was pretty good except for little northern Kevin, bless his heart, after hearing Goldy sing ‘Lets get it on’, Rich sing “Johnny Be Goode” and me sing “Big Balls”, Lil Kev had some serious hero worship going on. When we sang he would stand near to us, and come over and lurk near us… Kinda weird, might have to buy him a pint next time…
… and that is the key, there will be a next time. Even though we came on holiday to try and get away from the classic British lager swilling holiday, that bar is ACE!
I didn’t sing at the karaoke, cos I don’t do karaoke, but it was a brilliant night. I will agree that the first impressions of the place were not good, but after the first glass of wine it got a little better, and the night got progressively better. Some would claim that this was directly related to the amount of alcohol consumed, but I don’t agree. I’d say it was more likely to be the sheer quality of singing that my companions exhibited to the appreciative audience. By the end of the night I do believe Anna and myself were playing pool and dancing around with the pool cues. Always the mark of a good night!
Goldy managed to get the nickname “Godly” as the karaoke man (a local with a strong Cypriot accent) mispronounced his name. It has now kinda stuck, but with his Karaoke Skills... fairly accurate.
I still thought the brits types were skum despite the singing and I rocked well hard and george funbus .like dit when I wiggled when I sansg and rivhatfd owes me a house and andy a blowjob. I stll hsate skummers. And it is an immejnse lie that they have ebery song you coulf want - three of my reguklar karaoke choons were non exiostent depste their greatness!”!!! Losers. Bed now,
I feel the need to clear up some of Anna’s comments; George Funbus was a great singer who does a tour bus with free booze, barbeque and entertainment, totally not my cup of tea either but Goldy seems pretty keen. Rich said to Anna during a game of pool that if she beat him then he would buy her a house,.. and he potted the black, and the white,.. loser!
Rich owes me a blowjob because there was some conversation regarding the number 5 and the different way of writing it,… I wrote down 5 and V and Rich said “I bet you a blowjob that you can’t write it down a third way,……… 0101.
Also, Anna has rather alternative taste in music and it was always highly doubtful that they were going to have the choons. Well, bed now, we are here listening to the drunken singing coming from the living room.
Night all!
(Andy had a late night tonight. Oooooooh, he’ll be sore in the morning. The bar was, indeed, pretty cool. Unfortunately, it now seems to have led to a ‘Let’s do karaoke every night!’ type situation. I don’t think I can do that. I might die. We’re ok, cos we can sing a bit, but other people slaughter good songs, and it makes me sad. Anyhoo, there was also the first leg of the play-off semis on, which ended 0-0 between Southend and Doncaster. Comfortingly, both teams looked as if they couldn’t hit a cow’s arse with a banjo, which bodes well for Wembley, should we get there. I realised now that, as I don’t get back till three days before the final, the chances of me getting a ticket are now practically non-existent. Guess I’ll be watching it in the pub. We’ll probably lose anyway – it’s what we do in finals.
Anyway, back to the matter in hand. Everyone had a little sing except Laura. She did get drunk though, so the night wasn’t a total wash-out for her. Goldy (I refuse to call him Godly – it’s more awkward, for a start) dropped the Sweeneys back at the ranch, then came for us. By this time, Laura wanted a kebab, and was most put out that there weren’t any kebab shops open, like there would be at home. I pointed out that this would be like Britain having Yorkshire Pudding shops open at 3am. I then realised what a great idea that would actually be.
We got back and Anna and Andy were already in bed. The rest of us sat up planning their Anniversary surprise. Mwah ha ha!)
… and that is the key, there will be a next time. Even though we came on holiday to try and get away from the classic British lager swilling holiday, that bar is ACE!
I didn’t sing at the karaoke, cos I don’t do karaoke, but it was a brilliant night. I will agree that the first impressions of the place were not good, but after the first glass of wine it got a little better, and the night got progressively better. Some would claim that this was directly related to the amount of alcohol consumed, but I don’t agree. I’d say it was more likely to be the sheer quality of singing that my companions exhibited to the appreciative audience. By the end of the night I do believe Anna and myself were playing pool and dancing around with the pool cues. Always the mark of a good night!
Goldy managed to get the nickname “Godly” as the karaoke man (a local with a strong Cypriot accent) mispronounced his name. It has now kinda stuck, but with his Karaoke Skills... fairly accurate.
I still thought the brits types were skum despite the singing and I rocked well hard and george funbus .like dit when I wiggled when I sansg and rivhatfd owes me a house and andy a blowjob. I stll hsate skummers. And it is an immejnse lie that they have ebery song you coulf want - three of my reguklar karaoke choons were non exiostent depste their greatness!”!!! Losers. Bed now,
I feel the need to clear up some of Anna’s comments; George Funbus was a great singer who does a tour bus with free booze, barbeque and entertainment, totally not my cup of tea either but Goldy seems pretty keen. Rich said to Anna during a game of pool that if she beat him then he would buy her a house,.. and he potted the black, and the white,.. loser!Rich owes me a blowjob because there was some conversation regarding the number 5 and the different way of writing it,… I wrote down 5 and V and Rich said “I bet you a blowjob that you can’t write it down a third way,……… 0101.
Also, Anna has rather alternative taste in music and it was always highly doubtful that they were going to have the choons. Well, bed now, we are here listening to the drunken singing coming from the living room.
Night all!
(Andy had a late night tonight. Oooooooh, he’ll be sore in the morning. The bar was, indeed, pretty cool. Unfortunately, it now seems to have led to a ‘Let’s do karaoke every night!’ type situation. I don’t think I can do that. I might die. We’re ok, cos we can sing a bit, but other people slaughter good songs, and it makes me sad. Anyhoo, there was also the first leg of the play-off semis on, which ended 0-0 between Southend and Doncaster. Comfortingly, both teams looked as if they couldn’t hit a cow’s arse with a banjo, which bodes well for Wembley, should we get there. I realised now that, as I don’t get back till three days before the final, the chances of me getting a ticket are now practically non-existent. Guess I’ll be watching it in the pub. We’ll probably lose anyway – it’s what we do in finals.
Anyway, back to the matter in hand. Everyone had a little sing except Laura. She did get drunk though, so the night wasn’t a total wash-out for her. Goldy (I refuse to call him Godly – it’s more awkward, for a start) dropped the Sweeneys back at the ranch, then came for us. By this time, Laura wanted a kebab, and was most put out that there weren’t any kebab shops open, like there would be at home. I pointed out that this would be like Britain having Yorkshire Pudding shops open at 3am. I then realised what a great idea that would actually be.
We got back and Anna and Andy were already in bed. The rest of us sat up planning their Anniversary surprise. Mwah ha ha!)
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