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Sep. 4th, 2005 06:01 pm(Our group in Turkey consisted of twelve people, seven of them between the ages of eleven and seventeen. Ergo: chaos. But enjoyable chaos.
For full comprehension of this post, a quick guide to the people mentioned:
Matthew is the elder of my cousins.
Patrick is the younger cousin. Fergus is Patrick's friend. Both are fifteen years old.
Fred is the younger of my brothers at eleven. Joseph is my other brother - he's fourteen, three years younger than me, but I can't call him my 'little brother' because he is freakishly tall. That's his middle name: Joseph 'Freakishly Tall' Evans. Nick is Joseph's friend.
Harriet is my real name.
Random Boat Guy is some random guy who works on a boat.)
Ah, Turkey. A holiday filled with ( unfortunate booking incidents, )( belly-dancing, )( scorching heat, )( problems with plumbing, )( creepy waiters, )( dogs, )( getting drunk for the first time in one's life, )( shag band shenanigans, )( people who ogle nine-year-olds, )( people who run onto the beach and yell 'I NEED A SHAG!', ) and ( people who write obscene songs about total strangers ) (these last three all, incidentally, referring to the same person).
And I loved every minute of it, excepting ( the minutes during which I was terrified that I had allowed my cousin and friend to get killed, )and the twenty-four hours between my cousins and Fergus' (by now all firmly on the list of People I Unconditionally Love) leaving and our own, during which I was rather morose and also had indigestion. ( Sorry, did I say twenty-four hours? )
( Footnotes. )
And now I'm off to catch up on a fortnight's worth of LJ posts! Hurrah!
(EDIT: Wow, reading this over again... we all sound so debauched. It's a little scary, actually. This is why I don't usually post about my Real Life, methinks. My friends, family and I are all good people, really! I swear!)
For full comprehension of this post, a quick guide to the people mentioned:
Matthew is the elder of my cousins.
Patrick is the younger cousin. Fergus is Patrick's friend. Both are fifteen years old.
Fred is the younger of my brothers at eleven. Joseph is my other brother - he's fourteen, three years younger than me, but I can't call him my 'little brother' because he is freakishly tall. That's his middle name: Joseph 'Freakishly Tall' Evans. Nick is Joseph's friend.
Harriet is my real name.
Random Boat Guy is some random guy who works on a boat.)
Ah, Turkey. A holiday filled with ( unfortunate booking incidents, )( belly-dancing, )( scorching heat, )( problems with plumbing, )( creepy waiters, )( dogs, )( getting drunk for the first time in one's life, )( shag band shenanigans, )( people who ogle nine-year-olds, )( people who run onto the beach and yell 'I NEED A SHAG!', ) and ( people who write obscene songs about total strangers ) (these last three all, incidentally, referring to the same person).
And I loved every minute of it, excepting ( the minutes during which I was terrified that I had allowed my cousin and friend to get killed, )and the twenty-four hours between my cousins and Fergus' (by now all firmly on the list of People I Unconditionally Love) leaving and our own, during which I was rather morose and also had indigestion. ( Sorry, did I say twenty-four hours? )
( Footnotes. )
And now I'm off to catch up on a fortnight's worth of LJ posts! Hurrah!
(EDIT: Wow, reading this over again... we all sound so debauched. It's a little scary, actually. This is why I don't usually post about my Real Life, methinks. My friends, family and I are all good people, really! I swear!)
