Sweet holiday bliss...

Ah, holidays. This is the first day of mine although I've been on leave since the middle of last week. It would seem that I have hit the jackpot weather wise as my quite badly burnt face will testify and that was from just wandering about. You might wonder, quite reasonably, why I'm blogging on my hols, but it seemed like a good idea as i might have the time to compose a good one. Time will no doubt tell.

Anyway, I'm on the Isle of Wight which is a stuning location and the journey here was a bit of a trip down memory lane as i went through Southampton, my old stomping grounds. The hotel is...well, e bit of a cliche to be honest. It's full of coffin dodgers so the temperature is about the same as that of molten lead and a bit on the twee side but it's cheap (ish). The ferry crossing was smooth, sunny, warm and unhurried which sent me to sleep - brilliant.

The day has been slightly marred however by some twerp of a youth who i spotted shining a laser pointer at oncoming traffic outside my hotel so I actually rang plod to report it because that would piss me off royally if it was shone at me. Anyway, I have four more days of relaxation and lounging about to go so I shall get on with it. Now, where's the bar?