Corpsey

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Drunk now. Visited a winery. Didn't like the wine but very quickly got drunk and ended up wanting to go out for a knees up with the wineryguy.
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
I suppose if life was a holiday it would be empty? I feel an emptiness, which I try to fill by reading bits and pieces. But when you allow yourself to enjoy it you feel that the emptiness doesn't matter.
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
An emptyminded poolside life, nothing going on up there.

I'm not comfortable with it. I'm a gloomy north European.

Easy enough to see why there aren't many great English painters, and there aren't many great Greek novelists (so far as I'm aware).

We (lads WhatsApp) were talking about this privately. It being too hot to think in that laborious abstract way.
 
maybe because you can go outside a lot and have a nice time and live life with great food and drink, family and friends. Not sit alone in the gaff dreaming about it
 
Limmy is right about holidays. They’re shite. Too much expectation. But once you accept they’re shite they get a bit better
 
They’re too long too. At most there’s about a half day window of a great time, everything aligns. The rest is just making hungover plans to have a good time and failing
 
If you did a blog about shite holidays I would read it. Maybe start your own travel agency, grim Britannia! The tourist experience is very draining, being around strangers desperate to have an experience, it makes me feel locked out, more stupid, more alienated. Like that wine tour. You just couldn’t wait til it was over yeah?
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
I'm as big a cynic as the next man but I find holidays to be generally a good time. Ideal, having nothing to do. I don't really do touristy stuff unless it's art related somewhere like Rome.

Sure there are a lot of downsides to it but it's still better than working for a living.
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
It wasn't really a wine tour it was six of us sat in a winery with this guy (pleasant) banging on about wine. I wanted it over until I was drunk. But it was only ever going to be an hour.
 
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