Taking The Advice of Lucy From Hollyoaks
Freeman and I are currently trying to get our rather hastily and shoddily planned world trip into some kind of recognisable order - difficult, as I'm sure you'll sympathise. But it reminds me of a conversation, a genuinely serious one that Cara and I had once, whilst making our own travel plans.
C: 'I think that when you buy a round the world ticket, you have to go in one direction - forward - the whole way around.'
K (impressed) : 'Really? Hey, you know, I guess that makes sense. Where did you hear that?'
Now, I was expecting her to name some worthily titled travel agents, or a particularly informative episode of Wish You Were Here. Instead, I got this reply:
C: 'Well, that's what Lucy from Hollyoaks said.'
Lucy from bloody Hollyoaks. A soap opera which, rather unconvincingly, is trying to tell us that Liverpool is full of devastatingly attractive people, was the source of said piece of glowing wisdom. Even more gallingly, as my subsequent trips to Sta Travel have proven, Lucy was right! She was right and I think of this everytime I try to map out a part of the journey that involves possible overlaps, and the travel agents shakes her head sympathetically at me. I'm sure that Lucy never had such problems.
On Saturday, I got to see a teenage idol - Patrick Kielty - live at the Grand Opera House. He was pretty terrific, if erring on the wrong side of controversial, and looked distressingly like he hadn't aged since I first laughed at his Ian Paisley impressions in 1996.
Hurrah! I am going to Dublin on Wednesday to meet Freeman's brother, Alex, who decided to spring a surprise trip to Ireland on his half-suspecting brother. He's here for a week but the only thing that he has specified on wanting to see is a Belfast Giants game. Don't get me wrong, in a country where 7063 beavers get trapped in ice floes every fifteen seconds, ice based sports are always going to be popular. However, perhaps I can responsibly show him other parts of Irish 'culture' that don't involve big sticks, fatal injuries...oh crap, to the Odyssey it is.
C: 'I think that when you buy a round the world ticket, you have to go in one direction - forward - the whole way around.'
K (impressed) : 'Really? Hey, you know, I guess that makes sense. Where did you hear that?'
Now, I was expecting her to name some worthily titled travel agents, or a particularly informative episode of Wish You Were Here. Instead, I got this reply:
C: 'Well, that's what Lucy from Hollyoaks said.'
Lucy from bloody Hollyoaks. A soap opera which, rather unconvincingly, is trying to tell us that Liverpool is full of devastatingly attractive people, was the source of said piece of glowing wisdom. Even more gallingly, as my subsequent trips to Sta Travel have proven, Lucy was right! She was right and I think of this everytime I try to map out a part of the journey that involves possible overlaps, and the travel agents shakes her head sympathetically at me. I'm sure that Lucy never had such problems.
On Saturday, I got to see a teenage idol - Patrick Kielty - live at the Grand Opera House. He was pretty terrific, if erring on the wrong side of controversial, and looked distressingly like he hadn't aged since I first laughed at his Ian Paisley impressions in 1996.
Hurrah! I am going to Dublin on Wednesday to meet Freeman's brother, Alex, who decided to spring a surprise trip to Ireland on his half-suspecting brother. He's here for a week but the only thing that he has specified on wanting to see is a Belfast Giants game. Don't get me wrong, in a country where 7063 beavers get trapped in ice floes every fifteen seconds, ice based sports are always going to be popular. However, perhaps I can responsibly show him other parts of Irish 'culture' that don't involve big sticks, fatal injuries...oh crap, to the Odyssey it is.
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