here is an except from my book: I will be adding bits through the following months so as to wet peoples appetites fro this fine literary creation.:
Introduction
Suzie
‘Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land and her hair hung over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band’. Well, that was Suzie, almost…
The musicians played on with the traditional old classic and I sank deeper into the frolicking blue eyes of the mysterious blonde hippy girl sat beside me. Her happy face sparkled as she giggled naughtily at my tales of global misadventure and now seemed a good time to introduce Suzie to a very good friend of mine; a special friend who had travelled back from Amsterdam with me (in my shoe!)
Mr. Jack Herrer?
As we walked out through the smoky bar to meet Jack, I couldn’t help but notice Suzie’s fine physique Her figure was perfect as far as I could tell; slim and shapely in all the right places and when she walked she took very long strides giving her an almost panther like step. ‘So where’s this Jack friend of yours?’ she asks.
‘He’s just arrived’ I laugh, pulling a large joint from my pocket.
‘Ladies before Gentlemen’ I say handing her the smoke. Our hands touch for the first time releasing a spark of sexual energy that bounces around my body, arousing the most base of intentions.
In the darkness her pretty face glows, as she takes a hit with smoke billowing from her sexy lips into the warm summer night.
‘Wow holy Jeysus’ she laughs ‘My head `s fecking spinning!’
‘No; Holy Jack Herrer, Cannabis cup winner three times!’ I tell her.
‘It’s similar to the stuff we smoked in Spain
‘You ever heard of the Camino de Santiago?’ she asks.
‘No I never smoked it!’
‘Noooo you fecking eejit, It’s an old pilgrimage route through Spain. I walked it last year with my three girlfriends Marie, Siobhan and Clare, ‘Great craic we had every day.’
As Jack Herrer began to take us on his journey, Suzie began to take me on hers. I sat back and listened intently as her gorgeous Irish accent spirited me up and away on her fun filled journey through Spain.
Her happy hippy tale began in the French Pyrenees and ended five hundred miles later on the Atlantic coast. It sounded like a fantastic adventure and in my Herrer haze I saw myself on the trail, becoming one with nature, surrounded by a posse of sexy hippy girls whilst sleeping out under the stars and little parties around the campfire, leaving the rat race far behind.
The more I smoked the better it all sounded and I particularly liked the parts of the story where the girls got naked, drunk or stoned and often all three at the same time!
An alternative hippy holiday, just the job for a tortured soul like me.
‘Suzie I’m sold, how do I get there?’
‘Hang on’ she says, ‘when you finish the pilgrimage all your worldly sins are forgiven’.
‘What, all of them?
‘Yeah, all of them’ she says ‘and when you get to the sea you burn all of your clothes, get naked and party like its nineteen ninety nine!’
‘Wow I wish I’d been at that one’ I tell her.
‘Jesus you should go, it would do you the world of good’ she says smoking the last of the joint.
The moon appears from behind the clouds and a million tiny sparkles illuminate the darkness.
‘We’re all made of stars you know’ she says staring into the night sky
‘Fancy another pint then? I ask her.
‘Jesus why not, sure we’re all sinners after all’ she laughs, leading me back inside the swaying pub to the tune of The Wild Rover…
I wake the next lunch time seeing stars, with an epic hangover raging through my shrunken brain and flash backs of the previous night keep coming in waves and bounds like some kind of Irish Quentin Tarrantino movie with plenty of pulp fiction and Jack Herrer thrown in for good measure.
I reach for my Guinness soaked cigarettes and spy some drunken scribbles on the packet. I remember Suzie writing it, something about some hippy book or something that I should read by some Brazilian Guru, but I can hardly make out the words…
Pablo Coolio…? Surely not..?
Sounds more like a gangster than a guru!
