memories of a tourist

Hot sun.

A heat so pressing its 

fingerprints leave redness on

your shoulders where

the SPF 40 should

have done it's work, but 

British Boys have no need for

sun cream.

Well, dad doesn't.

Bravado and beer convert all

self awareness into a mind

melted dopamine machine.

God it's a scorcher innit lad?

Picking up tat from shop shelves

which have been cleaned free

of sand, grit and splashes of

Freedom Spit.

The owner's child comes up to you.

¿Quieres comprar esto?

You agree that it's a warm day today

as the sun sets upon the tranquil sands

outside the storefront

and dilapidated apartment rows

of soon-to-be holiday memories

for the lads from Manny.

Best holiday yet, this one son,

your dad holds you in an embrace

overlooking the sea through the shop's canopy

as fishermen argue for spots on the shoreline

with a group of men with bellies full

of beer that reminds them of

Ol' Blighty.