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Hostels and Hotels in Lincoln
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Alford, Horncastle, Lincoln, Louth, Mablethorpe, Market Rasen, Woodhall Spa
For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.
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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.
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It was Motown madness on Thursday night. Maxi Belle had recommended a soul act who, apparently, used to be in The Drifters. It was not an uncommon boast, half of the black singers who threw in the obligatory ‘On the Boardwalk’ into their set also made the same claim. If you believed all the claimants, the Drifters would have had more members than the London Symphony Orchestra, and that was just in Tenerife. Having seen his act, whether he was ex-anything or not, we couldn’t deny that he was good. Gene Alexander had an ultra-smooth voice, dazzling footwork and was one of the most professional acts that we had seen on the island. However, he didn’t come cheap, especially when he found out that he’d have to travel out of town to accommodate the Smugglers into his schedule. But Gene didn’t disappoint. He was a huge hit with the holidaymakers and many residents from far afield, who would make their only appearance at our bar on the Thursdays when Gene was performing. Joy’s theatrical aspirations were briefly fulfilled as she joined Gene in a dance routine that they had worked on for ‘Up On the Roof’. It was only after a few weeks of Gene’s gigs that we found out he was capable of getting much higher than just the roof. One Thursday he had arrived over half an hour late and the audience were growing impatient. The two Johns were having a particularly annoying day: ‘I think your ex-Drifter’s an ex-Smugglers now,’ said John One.
Alford, Horncastle, Lincoln, Louth, Mablethorpe, Market Rasen, Woodhall Spa
Not only have we got sodding gangsters on this side,’ he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, ‘you’ve got them next to you now as well. Only worse.’ Charley’s a gangster?’ I said incredulously. No. But her boyfriend is. She’s going out with James Priory for goodness sake J.P., the Mr Big. That man parked outside is James Priory’s minder. We’re all living in the middle of a war zone!’ In addition to the previous night’s revelation and subsequent sleepless night, we had another problem to deal with in the bar the following morning. Buster had taken to spraying anything and anybody that remained motionless for more than thirty seconds, and the stench was becoming unbearable. I could delay the inevitable no longer. It was time he met the manhood scissors.
Wayne shouted from the bedroom. ‘Look in here.’ Siobhan recoiled and put her hand to her mouth. ‘Oh, sweet lord, the dirty bitch.’ The bed was decked in black silk. A pair of handcuffs rested on one of the pillows, still fastened to the headboard. On a chair in the far corner lay a short, leather whip and next to it a video camera was mounted on a tripod. Wayne broke the stunned silence. ‘I hate to say it, Siobhan, but I think your place is now a brothel.’