And while everyone else is excited about sunshine and 8c we're feeling the bite of the wind and the sting of being back in a town where the monthly "What's On Guide" is aptly titled "Fuck All"
Actually that's not fair... but then since when has fairness had anything to do with what I write here? If life was fair Al Gore would be being called "Mr President" and Manchester United wouldn't get every penalty decision go their way at Old Trafford.
Still this was Christmas morning. Coffee roasted on the island; a balcony and the impression of civilization. Where we were was empty. Almost completely. And sure the sand was less fine than down on Grace Bay but miles and miles of coral banks and snorkelling opportunities made up for that.
It was fun. Too short. But fun. And now we put our heads down. Work as hard as we can for the next seven months before seeing what life in another country (again) has to bring us.
I have all kinds of plans in my head. Many prompted by a work-permit promise that would allow me freedom to work for anyone. Cool. Maybe a three day week. And time to write the book. Perhaps a Brand Coach company - that does for brands what Life Coaches do for executives "What IS your purpose?" or perhaps, just perhaps; nothing at all. A photo tour of the world. Not that I've earned it recently. But screw it, life is short and it's time to live some.
Here's to 2009. It promises to be brutal. But there's beauty in brutality. Just ask Mickey Rourke
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