The time here has flown by. It has been two books worth of time since my last blog post. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and Another Country by James Baldwin. The flow of life here reminds me of life on the Adriatic in Croatia. I eat a lot of ice cream, swim, and stroll by the beach. Sunday night Polly, Kevin, Susan, David, (A couple they know), and I went down to the beach to participate in the activities of Lifeboat week, where they appeal to the town for charitable donations. I played a game of Skittles for 50p. It is like bowling, but the balls have more in common with coconuts, and there are only 9 roughly made wooden pins. I knocked them all down. Then we got fish and chips, and I pushed the limits of my deteriorating vegetarianism. I wasn't a huge fan of the fish part, but as for the chips, I have finally begun to enjoy ketchup on them. I am beginning to see that a high proportion of the transformations since I've been in Britain have involved some form of potato. We ate it down by the water, and as the moon rose over the Channel I skipped stones across the shimmering harbor. I broke the 20+ record I achieved in the High Sierras, and have 4 witnesses to corroborate that, but after a certain number of skips it becomes impossible to count. Something I forgot. On Saturday night we went to a comedy show at the Marine Theater, which Polly is very involved with. Two comedians performed 1 hour sets so we got back to April Cottage (Polly and Kevin's home) around midnight. The first guy had a slightly hysterical laugh, but his routine had a moral to it and it was pretty funny. He despaired the fast pace of life in the modern world, though the inhabitants of Lyme Regis did not relate to it. The second guy had a routine was reminsicient of that of Zach Galifinakis on SNL or Bo Burnam on YouTube. He sang humorous songs, and then talked, doing stand-up. At one point he talked about Paul McCartney. Apparently Paul McCartney dreamed the song Yesterday. The comedian had dreamed a song of his own, and asked us how it compared to Yesterday. It went "Because a horse head is not a human head, because a horse head is not a human head!" I didn't do much yesterday, other than go deep-sea fishing. I wouldn't characterize it as an abject failure, however none of the ships that went out that day caught the "black breem" they were looking for. I caught about 4 dogfish sharks, but we had to throw two of them back, and some guy who worked for a restaurant took the other two. I read by the beach for a while, got some ice cream, headed back to the house, and found out the Benfield's had a piano, which occupied some of my time. After I took a good hour long nap, Margaret and Bernard came over for dinner. Margaret is incredibly nice, and she is very enthusiastic about Polly having a young American traveler over. Bernard is nice, but as he is 96, not very talkative. Margaret told me she worked in WWII with the air force, detecting Nazi air raids using radar. After they left Polly and I watched a T.V. show called Rev on BBC starring the guy who played Commodore Norrington in Pirates of the Caribbean. It was pretty hilarious. My inappropriate insult of choice is now "wanker" as a result. I then went upstairs to read Another Country and fell asleep around 12:30. All in all a rejuvenating and thoroughly enjoyable couple of days.
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