The Beach Diaries 2011
Summer is the time for projects. Two years ago, we survived The Summer of Savile – this year, I took to the beach. Littlehampton beach, to be exact. Generally, I observed, people-watching and taking notes, like that dude who lived with bears, and eventually got eaten in his tent. Occasionally though, events or emotions would metaphorically reach out with a hairy claw, to give me a gentle pat on the head, or streak my face with scars.
Here is a record of those events.
(And if you enjoyed these (totally free) pieces, feel free to show your appreciation by buying my books so I don’t inadvertently scupper next year’s follow-up by dying of starvation before 2011 is out. I half-arsed the pimping of the Kindle books this summer, because I spent so much time at the beach, so a shill here isn’t too whorish. For non-Kindle owners, Amazon do a swanky free app for PC/Mac/iPad/Phones, and the books themselves are the price of, or cheaper than, a pint, with almost none of the threat of liver disease. Plus, not to blow my own horn, but they’re pretty awesome)