Stigma of a Beached Whale

I’m not sure if this is working from Greece, but i’ll give it a go


And so it is to the beach, the tourist once again, where once the most important thing was to get a sun-bed before the Germans. Nowadays it’s trying to find a cafe, with decent WI-Fi open early enough to get something to eat and do a bit of creative writing in the process. I’m not sure how this is going to pan out as the I can hardly see the screen for the sun. Who’d ave evur taught it – a UK person complaining about the sun when on holiday. Like everything where there’s a will there’s a way. My over large upper body creates a backdrop and shadow to make the screen readable. It’s a bit weird as I’m looking at me as if in a mirror and writing about what is in me not out of me! I might have to retreat to the cafe in the hope…

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About micsirwin

I'm a Postgraduate student at Queens studying Criminology, writer, poet and lover of integrity, dignity, respect and morality
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