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Hostels and Hotels in Southend-On-Sea
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Basildon, Benfleet, Canvey Island, Hockley, Leigh-On-Sea, Rayleigh, Rochford, Southend-On-Sea, Stanford-Le-Hope, Westcliff-On-Sea, Wickford
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.
Short Extract
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Wayne was on holiday with his girlfriend, Becky, a pretty but painfully thin slip of a girl who wouldn’t have suffered adversely from a couple of weeks of force-feeding. Wayne was an ex-gas fitter who we coerced into fixing our oven when the four rings suddenly developed delusions of grandeur, throwing circles of flames high into the air like four Rolls Royce jet engines. We had attempted to persuade a gas engineer to pay us a visit after Frank had removed the safety catch from the propane bottles but our hopes were not high in securing a return visit in time to stop the kitchen ceiling being cooked. Wayne and Becky were sat at the bar early one evening, when David came out from the kitchen with distinguishably less eyebrow hair than he had gone in with. I think we’ve got a problem with the gas,’ he said, and steadied himself with a shot of brandy. What’s up with it?’ asked Joy.
Basildon, Benfleet, Canvey Island, Hockley, Leigh-On-Sea, Rayleigh, Rochford, Southend-On-Sea, Stanford-Le-Hope, Westcliff-On-Sea, Wickford
Did you come to Tenerife by yourself?’ continued Joy. No. I come with boyfriend but now I have big trouble.’ Her head lowered even more. Why, what’s happened?’ asked Joy. My boyfriend he leave. I nowhere stay,’ answered the girl sadly. ‘I need find apartment.’
We’ve bought a bar in Tenerife,’ I said. Pat stopped kicking and looked up. His eyes narrowed and his cheeks glowed furiously. He was in no mood for jokes, especially if they were on him. What d’you mean you’ve bought a bar? A toffee bar maybe. How can you two buy a jeffin’ bar on three quid fifty an hour.’ He turned his back and shooed us off with a flick of his hand. ‘Piss off. I can’t be doing.’ So we’re going to have to hand in our notice,’ continued Joy. You’re serious?’ We waited for an explosion after the pause. ‘Do you want a barman?’ Pat had turned round again. He was looking from me to Joy and back again. We both let out a nervous laugh.