I think they call it “R and R” in the army, and that´s pretty much what I´ve been up to here in Benidorm for the last couple of weeks – “doin bugger all” is another way of putting it. It´s been years since I worked July and August and I´m normally back home by now but thought I´d hang on a bit and avoid the flash floods of the monsoon season back in Leeds, and besides I haven´t owned a pair of wellies since I was a kid. Lots of stag and hen parties over here at the mo, and I would like to thank one of their number for lightening my day recently. A lone Geordie youngster wheeling a suitcase in his wake late one morning stopped to ask me (and several other startled pedestrians) “Ow do I get to Majorca from ere like” – quickening his stride as he spoke, as if afraid the last bus had gone without him. I felt a bit sorry for him to be honest – he didn´t look like a strong swimmer.
In 3 weeks time it´s the highlight of the year for me, the now defunct “Cumberland Ex-Servicemen´s Club” annual trip to Blackpool. Here my alto ego The Concert Chairman takes his place amongst the other loons – er.....sorry, I mean members in a festival of fun, laughter and sheer juvenile idiocy. Check Facebook in coming weeks to see evidence of this. – “Kevin Holt Benidorm” or “Cumberland Committee-man”
