I’m not normally a fan of shops playing Christmas music in November, Santa may indeed be making his list and double checking it, but I don’t have to until the end of the month at least.
But having said that, there is one stubborn hotel still open and banging out the irritatingly summery muzak(sorry, pet peeve) to various people lounging in the sun in their swimming cozzies. We should have moved out of “En mas varethiges akoma;” territory by now and are perilously close to “Reh, spidi then echis? Thromo!” which is a significantly more robust invitation to hit the road.
Admittedly its unheard of for November to be this warm but I’m seriously tempted to bend my own rules and turn up in a Santa suit and start dropping weighty hints with a view to having my peaceful boardwalk back.
FFS dudes – its nearly Christmas…even if it is still warm enough to sunbathe…put some clothes on and go wrap some presents.
I can turn off the irritating samba music when you leave.
Not on my account it isn’t.