This post is entitled, 'Me'. For reasons that I am unable to explain fully, I feel strangely uninhibited and unchained in my approach to posting at the moment. So I will reveal a little more about myself than usual.
I do wonder from time to time if people get bored of these blogs. I try to change things around, tone, subject, information (or mis-information), to keep them fresh. Sometimes it feels like it works, sometimes less so. I hope they are not too samey. That would certainly be boring wouldn't it? Anyway, if anyone has any feedback or suggestions on what works and what doesn't, shout (a few people close to me have offered some... perhaps I ought to say, 'thoughts' on on bits that don't hit the mark - and some that do to be fair - which is always interesting to hear.
Wasn't it Jean Paul Sartre who said, 'I am what I am'? Or was it Gloria Gaynor? It doesn't matter, the point is, I make no apology for using my own words to describe my journey but I hope there's something for everyone thrown into the mix.
I've been listening to West Coast Hair Metal almost constantly since arriving in Utila. If you're looking for a reference point on that, Aerosmith is a reasonable proxy. For anyone more music savvy, there's been more than a small dose of Poison, Mötley Crüe, Van Halen, L.A. Guns and Guns & Roses have contributed a couple of classics. I appreciate it's not to everyone's liking, Urm.... anyone's liking if you're from the UK, but it fits the mood of this place so damn perfectly and I'm in no mood to apologise for my taste in American Rock. Nobody does brainless, trashy Rock like they do.
In fact, If I've found myself in a bar on my own and there's some Melodic Rock going on, I've been known to mumble along at as low a volume as my state will permit and try to control my urge to be physically exuberant with a spot of foot tapping. I've been caught in my muffled croonings and modest physicality more than once (I do know the sub-genre more than passingly well).
I moved into different accommodation today. The digs were perfectly fine but I thought a man of my means could afford hot water and wifi, so I decided to upgrade. Interestingly, even with the new plush surroundings, I calculated that I could reside here for about 135 years without suffering any terrible financial hardship. Worth more than a passing thought. What with the diving, the right music and abundance of beer, it does make one think. Actually, the way I'm hoovering up Salva Vida at the moment, funds would probably run out in less than a decade - and that's if my liver held out that long.
Oh, and I'm missing toast and marmite. Quite a lot.
And toilets with seats that don't shift about like they've been greased with baby oil and toilet door locks that aren't bent nails.
And mattresses. I mean mattresses with springs in them, not straw.
Me on boat
Sunset yesterday evening
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