Another blue sky day and the stresses of the life we’ve made/fell into are falling away until we’ve nothing to worry about, apart from the insect bites (about 3 daily) and the fact the arm on my shades is loose so if I lean forwards they slip off my face. Important stuff.
Different characters at the hotel are making themselves apparent. There’s the posh couple who take a decanter of wine for dinner instead of a glass, the big couple who hang around the back for the entertainments looking non-plussed. Then there’s the big friendly-looking Scottish fellow, he looks a little like Buster Bloodvessel, who we see one time dive bombing into the swimming pool creating a tidal wave to wake the surrounding sunbathers.
We develop the theory that the hotel booze is so watered down you can’t get drunk on it. This is an all inclusive hotel, you can go in any time of day and get free drink yet we don’t really see anyone drunk. To put this to the test we order endless wine and settle down to watch the evening's entertainment. As we drink we notice a couple who fetch drinks by hopping in their socked feet to the bar. Surely this isn’t the behaviour of the sober? The entertainment consists of a themed evening, tonight 'Saturday Night Fever', that the cast dance and mime along to. This is better than it sounds, perhaps due to the hot Ibizian night, maybe down to Olivia, a long haired entertainer who's clearly relishing his role, and has a big booming voice he likes to employ regularly, introducing and closing the evening in four languages.
Before the clock has struck nine there’s people being sick in the toilets, disproving completely, the theory that you can't get drunk on the hotel booze. It's not us being sick, I should add, we’re busy applauding the evening's entertainment as if it’s the best thing we’ve ever seen, and right now, with this amount of free wine in us, it is.
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