Seaton, 27th June 2014
Today, my friends, Edward, Carmen, Jack, Madeline, and I got a Megabus, or at least, a Taxi-replacement-service, to Plymouth and then onwards to the village of Seaton.
Seaton is in the middle of nowhere where nothing usually happens. The Taxi driver himself commented “we’re in the back of beyond”. It was some surprise to us that an armed gunman-cum-Elvis-impersonator was on the loose in the area.
At 5 PM, a local BBC news report came through, the police released a statement that the gunman was in our village. This really concerned us. Sure enough we looked out of the window and a police helicopter and 7 armed vehicles were on patrol, on out street was a police marksman who explained what was going on whilst I took photos on my DSLR.
Needless to say we were a little scared, feeling a little vulnerable.
Such fears were numbed through alcohol, and lots of it.
This holiday had gotten rather unexpectedly exciting.
At 9 am on the 28th of June 2014 the gunman had been captured, and was sentenced to remain indefinitely in a mental hospital.
Seaton, 28th June 2014
Today, We walked to Looe Food Festival where I partook in a cider tasting, and picked up a taste for vintage cider, oh always the hipster. I slobbered over this glorious Persian meal with marinated chicken, Mirza Ghasemi, which was basically an amazing version of Baba Ganoush, it was sweet and rich and salty and meaty all at the same time
I have come to a conclusion that I need to find a Persian chef and marry them for their food. I also read this book called ‘One Man Guy’ about an Armenian teen living in New York, from which I learnt about the Armenian Genocide and the beautiful Rufus Wainwright. We watched Glastonbury then went to bed, with copious amounts of alcohol between those two points of time.
Seaton, 29th June 2014
Last Night, we went to a pub and used all the cocktail sticks. We ventured into the sea, where we swam and were surprisingly not freezing. We had a super Barbecue, I had prawns and Egyptian spices. We drank and laughed as a group sang a bastardised rendition of “Piano man”. In the evening I finished a book called “Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets Of The Universe”, which was a really cute gay coming-of-age novel, which was infuriating in the sense that the entire book was an inevitable “Will They/Won’t They?” I loved it nevertheless, because it was beautifully written.