“Hello, is anybody out there? It feels awful lonely without contact from your mates.” My first line out of my new book, what do you think? I can already hear the abuse coming my way, love it, give it your best shot. So onwards and skywards, we have moved again and now the forwarding address is tropical paradise island, surf street and surf road. The green, clean walls were calling. We were transported to Bali on a Qantas flight and to Emma’s delight they served the red wine early on and she finished her claret amnesty with a rosé cheeks and a glare on content. Stuart sat next to the pissed German who wanted to chat about the volume of alcohol that he had already drunk during his travel from Hamburg, headphones were adorned and the
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