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entry 23 - 28th November 01
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A
Funny Story
No sign of Brendan today. Hotel owner Lefterios has actually
decided to fill the swimming pool with water. Unfortunately it seems to be for
the benefit of his entire extended family rather than for the guests, so I decided
to blob on a sun recliner and read my book (Hocus Pocus, Kurt Vonnegurt).
I caught the eye of Pieter, a Dutch holidaymaker on a nearby sunbed, who signalled with an eyebrow that he was similarly irritated. A little while later, Pieter got to his feet, heading for the bar, and stopped en-route at the chair of the obnoxious body builder and slapped him chummily on the back. "Wood you like a beer?" Pieter returned to his sunbed with a beer, downed it and headed back to the bar, stopping once more at the chair of Lefterios Junior, slapping him again on the back. "You shore 'bout dat drink? Haff a beer no?" "I said I do not drink," repeated Lefterios Junior. Pieter slapped him two fond farewells on the back and walked back, mouthing at me to keep watching Lefterios Junior. So I did. For about an hour and a half. I watched him rub his eyes and hold his head in his hands. He brushed at his stomach and started gagging slightly with his head between his knees. Finally he got up, put his T-shirt on, and staggered up the steps, into the hotel lobby, where he threw up on a sofa. Pieter leaned towards me and explained what he'd done in a loud whisper, behind a cupped hand... "Der guy hash five nicotine patches on hish
back." more tomorrow
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All
day, though, I couldn't help being constantly annoyed by one of Lefterios's relatives:
he was strutting up and down the poolside, flexing his various muscle groups.
Eventually he sat down, seemingly intent on spending the rest of the afternoon
studying his own biceps.
